Luyện nghe bài hát Ghost Deini

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

Marvin, Marvin, you a friend of mine
You for somethin, ugh
2Pac, Biggie, ohh how we you so
We want y'all to know
We love 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 like Hutch
You bumped into me on the Rikers bus
Weed in my cheeks, gem in my beauty sleep
Dead serious, knowledge by 2% triple
on, we juggle mic's
Three Card Molly, amps advance to the
Show niggas how the way we dance
Hot night,
Came through in a booger green '68
Mad paper, as a fuck
Truck, two got stuck that night
I ain't saying no names, they who, thank you for the change
Outdoor event, New Year's Eve, weed
30 til we tear and decease
Quick, call all my seeds in the crowd
The ho spotted me, he knew not to call my out
He off softly, we exactly
Formed like and the disciples
Black fatigues, lethal-faced dunnie, he held the
We had the shit shook
favorite rappers dropping they drinks
On the low tucking links
We eighty off the books

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