Luyện nghe bài hát Ghost Deini

Yo, summer time holding the nine, split the in half
Jeeps rumble and my dogs puff
stopping, hide your rocks, hydraulic
The kid with the knowledge will obtain to touch top dollars
me down, hand me my cake, dusty, bake, activate
Fuck your debates
I'm like cake or maybe ten thousand dollar rabbits
The kid walked through, switch up his accent, now I'm from
Cash the bill, frozen in gold
from the most high causes me to break the mold
How the fuck was y'all niggas thinking? You think I off the ledge?
The legendary Ghost Deini be dead?
Never, impossible, pull out black like tonsils
Two Gallants, if we got to
Busting at niggas daily
to wall, Hawkins
Sucking your cause God chain-talking
Like Ghostface this, that
Ghost sold crack, now we revelations spoken rap
Veloured like the sheik of Iran
CREAM wrapped in hospital bands
Model vans, Michael Davis, it's me housing
Extraordinary pro-black, God creations to control thousands
Catch me at the flicks, Apollo rap Douglas
You what? A-yo, fuck this
A-yo, how can I the crowd?
First of all, ain't no 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 want y'all 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 imaginations
Hold a note Willie Hutch
You might've bumped me on the Rikers bus
in my cheeks, gem in my beauty sleep sleeve
Dead serious, by 2% triple geese
Come on, we mic's
Three Card Molly, amps to the final
Show these how the way we dance
Hot night,
Came through in a 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 Eve, Cali weed
30 til we tear and decease
Quick, call all my seeds in the crowd
The ho spotted me, he not to call my name out
He walked off softly, we
Formed like and the disciples
Black fatigues, lethal-faced dunnie, he held the
We had the whole shit
Your favorite rappers they drinks
On the low they links
We made off the books

One of the illest Magic Johnson, no disrespect
With metaphors that me out the Project
Rap connects'll keep me
A-yo, I wrote on Donnie roof
his funeral, on one knee
Thinking his following me
So to my nigga Donnie, up
Can you please tell God that we up here?
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 smoking cancer
Let me drop a bracelet, leave a behind
My tape stay at the beginning cause how they rewind
Y'all know how we dine, we don't eat swine, and we drink wine
If you don't me some motherfucking cognac, I kill you
I feel you
Ain't in my senses, and you ain't in my
I fuck rottweilers, no leashes, no collars
Brolic scholars, that's Ghost