Luyện nghe bài hát Ghost Deini

Yo, summer holding the nine, split the Vega in half
Jeeps rumble and my dogs puff
stopping, hide your rocks, hydraulic
The kid with the most knowledge will obtain to touch top
Hold me down, hand me my cake, dusty, bake,
your corny debates
I'm like cake or maybe like ten thousand rabbits
The kid walked through, up his accent, now I'm from Paris
Cash the bill, frozen elements in
Signs the most high causes me to break the mold
How the fuck was niggas thinking? You think I fell off the ledge?
The legendary Ghost Deini might be
Never, impossible, pull out burners like tonsils
Two Gallants, if we got to
Busting at niggas daily
Wall to wall,
Sucking your cause God chain-talking
Like Ghostface this, that
Ghost sold crack, now we spoken through rap
Veloured down like the of Iran
CREAM wrapped in hospital bands
Model vans, Michael Davis, me against housing
Extraordinary pro-black, God creations to control thousands
me at the flicks, Apollo rap Fredick Douglas
You know what? A-yo, this
A-yo, how can I move the
First of all, ain't no mistakes
the instructions, put it together
It's simple it? Well, quite clever

Marvin, Marvin, you were a friend of
You for somethin, ugh
2Pac, Biggie, ohh how we you so
We y'all both to know
We really you so

A-yo, I'm Gucci
Wally boot, hat, long 4-pound
Ask how I get down
Don't speak much, deluxe imaginations
Hold a note Willie Hutch
You bumped into me on the Rikers bus
Weed in my cheeks, gem in my sleep sleeve
serious, knowledge by 2% triple geese
Come on, we mic's
Three Card Molly, amps advance to the
Show these niggas how the way we
Hot night,
Came in a booger green '68 Pacer
Mad paper, high as a
Truck, two rappers got stuck night
I ain't saying no names, they know who, thank you for the
Outdoor event, New Year's Eve, weed
30 til we tear and decease
Quick, all my seeds dipped in the crowd
The ho me, he knew not to call my name out
He off softly, we exactly
like Christ and the disciples
Black fatigues, dunnie, he held the rifle
We had the shit shook
Your favorite rappers they drinks
On the low they links
We eighty off the books

One of the illest Magic Johnson, no disrespect
With metaphors keep me out the Project
Rap connects'll keep me
A-yo, I wrote this on Donnie
his funeral, on one knee
Thinking his following me
So to my nigga Donnie, up
Can you please tell God that we fucked up
You got beer, weed, guns,
All these obstacles, it's hard to it nowadays
Why's the Devil winning, some say it's our
If that's the answer, you know cause cancer
Let me drop a bracelet, leave a behind
My stay at the beginning cause that's how they rewind
Y'all how we dine, we don't eat swine, and we don't drink wine
If you bring me some motherfucking cognac, I kill you
I feel you
Ain't in my senses, and you ain't in my
I fuck with rottweilers, no leashes, no
Brolic scholars, that's Ghost