Luyện nghe bài hát Ghost Deini

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

Marvin, Marvin, you a friend of mine
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, Jamaican hat, 4-pound
Ask how I get down
Don't speak much, deluxe imaginations
Hold a like Willie Hutch
You might've bumped me on the Rikers bus
Weed in my cheeks, gem in my beauty sleeve
Dead serious, knowledge by 2% triple
on, we juggle mic's
Three Molly, amps advance to the final
Show these niggas how the way we
Hot night,
through in a booger green '68 Pacer
Mad paper, high as a
Truck, two got stuck that night
I ain't saying no names, they know who, 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 walked off softly, we
Formed like and the disciples
Black fatigues, dunnie, he held the rifle
We had the whole shit
Your favorite rappers dropping drinks
On the low tucking they
We eighty off the books

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
After his funeral, on one
Thinking his killer's me
So to my nigga Donnie, up
Can you please God that we fucked up here?
You got beer, weed, guns,
All these obstacles, it's to make it nowadays
Why's the Devil winning, some say our fault
If that's the answer, you smoking cause cancer
Let me drop a bracelet, leave a behind
My tape stay at the beginning 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 motherfucking cognac, I kill you
I can't you
Ain't in my senses, and you in my dollars
I fuck rottweilers, no leashes, no collars
Brolic scholars, Ghost Deini