Luyện nghe bài hát Ghost Deini

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

Marvin, Marvin, you were a of mine
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 down
Wally boot, Jamaican hat, long
Ask how I get down
Don't speak much, deluxe plush
Hold a note Willie Hutch
You might've bumped into me on the bus
Weed in my cheeks, gem in my beauty sleeve
Dead serious, by 2% triple geese
on, we juggle mic's
Three Card Molly, advance to the final
Show these niggas how the way we
Hot night,
Came in a booger green '68 Pacer
Mad paper, as a fuck
Truck, two rappers got stuck night
I ain't saying no names, they know who, thank you for the
Outdoor event, New Eve, Cali weed
30 til we tear and decease
Quick, call all my dipped in the crowd
The ho spotted me, he knew not to my name out
He walked off softly, we
like Christ and the disciples
Black fatigues, lethal-faced dunnie, he the rifle
We had the whole shook
Your favorite dropping they drinks
On the low tucking links
We made off the books

One of the since Magic Johnson, no disrespect
With metaphors that keep me out the
Rap connects'll me correct
A-yo, I wrote this on Donnie
After his funeral, on one
Thinking his following me
So to my Donnie, up there
Can you tell God that we fucked up here?
You got beer, weed, guns,
All these obstacles, it's to make it nowadays
Why's the winning, some say it's our fault
If that's the answer, you smoking cause cancer
Let me a bracelet, leave a chain behind
My tape stay at the beginning cause that's how they
Y'all know how we dine, we don't eat swine, and we don't drink
If you don't me some motherfucking cognac, I kill you
I can't you
Ain't in my senses, and you ain't in my
I fuck rottweilers, no leashes, no collars
Brolic scholars, that's Ghost