Luyện nghe bài hát Ghost Deini

Yo, summer time holding the nine, split the Vega in
Jeeps rumble and my dogs puff
Bank stopping, your rocks, hydraulic
The kid with the most knowledge will obtain to top dollars
Hold me down, me my cake, dusty, bake, activate
Fuck your corny
I'm like cake or like ten thousand dollar rabbits
The kid walked through, switch up his accent, now I'm Paris
Cash the bill, frozen in gold
Signs from the high causes me to break the mold
How the fuck was niggas thinking? You think I fell off the ledge?
The Ghost Deini might be dead?
Never, impossible, pull out black burners tonsils
Two Gallants, if we got to
Busting at niggas daily
Wall to wall,
Sucking teeth cause God chain-talking
Like Ghostface this, that
Ghost sold crack, now we revelations spoken rap
Veloured down like the sheik of
Gasoline CREAM wrapped in hospital
Model vans, Michael Davis, it's me against
Extraordinary pro-black, sold God creations to thousands
Catch me at the flicks, Apollo rap Fredick
You know what? A-yo, this
A-yo, how can I the crowd?
First of all, no mistakes allowed
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 want y'all both to
We really you so

A-yo, I'm Gucci
Wally boot, hat, long 4-pound
Ask niggas how I get
Don't speak much, deluxe imaginations
a note like Willie Hutch
You might've into me on the Rikers bus
Weed in my cheeks, gem in my beauty sleeve
Dead serious, knowledge by 2% geese
Come on, we juggle
Three Card Molly, advance to the final
these niggas how the way we dance
Hot night,
Came through in a booger green '68
Mad paper, high as a
Truck, two got stuck that night
I ain't no names, they know who, thank you for the change
Outdoor event, New Eve, Cali weed
30 seconds til we and decease
Quick, all my seeds dipped in the crowd
The ho spotted me, he knew not to 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 rappers 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 keep me
A-yo, I wrote this on roof
his funeral, on one knee
Thinking his killer's 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 to make it nowadays
Why's the Devil winning, say it's our fault
If that's the answer, you know cause cancer
Let me drop a bracelet, leave a 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 bring me some motherfucking cognac, I kill you
I can't you
in my senses, and you ain't in my dollars
I with rottweilers, no leashes, no collars
Brolic scholars, that's Ghost