Luyện nghe bài hát Ghost Deini

Yo, summer time the nine, split the Vega in half
Jeeps rumble and my puff grass
Bank stopping, hide your rocks,
The kid with the most knowledge will obtain to top dollars
Hold me down, hand me my cake, dusty, bake,
Fuck your corny
I'm cake or maybe like ten thousand dollar rabbits
The kid through, switch up his accent, now I'm from Paris
Cash the bill, frozen elements in
Signs from the high causes me to break the mold
How the fuck was y'all niggas thinking? You I fell off the ledge?
The legendary Ghost Deini 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
Ghostface this, Ghostface that
Ghost crack, now we revelations spoken through rap
Veloured down the sheik of Iran
Gasoline CREAM wrapped in bands
vans, Michael Davis, it's me against housing
Extraordinary pro-black, sold God creations to control
Catch me at the flicks, Apollo rap Fredick
You know A-yo, fuck this
A-yo, how can I the crowd?
of all, ain't no mistakes allowed
Here's the instructions, put it
It's ain't 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 Gucci
Wally boot, Jamaican hat, 4-pound
Ask niggas how I get
Don't much, deluxe plush imaginations
Hold a like Willie Hutch
You might've into me on the Rikers bus
Weed in my cheeks, gem in my sleep sleeve
Dead serious, knowledge by 2% geese
Come on, we juggle
Three Card Molly, advance to the final
Show niggas how the way we dance
Hot night,
Came in a booger green '68 Pacer
Mad paper, high as a
Truck, two rappers got that night
I ain't no names, they know who, thank you for the change
Outdoor event, New Year's Eve, weed
30 seconds til we tear and
Quick, call all my seeds dipped in the
The ho me, he knew not to call my name out
He walked off softly, we
Formed like and the disciples
fatigues, lethal-faced dunnie, he held the rifle
We had the whole shook
Your favorite dropping they drinks
On the low tucking they
We made eighty off the

One of the illest Magic Johnson, no disrespect
With metaphors that me out the Project
Rap connects'll me correct
A-yo, I wrote on Donnie roof
his funeral, on one knee
Thinking his killer's me
So to my Donnie, up there
Can you please tell God we fucked up here?
You got beer, weed, guns,
All obstacles, it's hard 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 a bracelet, leave a chain behind
My tape stay at the beginning cause how they rewind
know 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 ain't in my
I fuck with rottweilers, no leashes, no
Brolic scholars, that's Deini