Luyện nghe bài hát Ghost Deini

Yo, summer time holding the nine, split the in half
Jeeps rumble and my puff grass
stopping, hide your rocks, hydraulic
The kid with the knowledge will obtain to touch top dollars
Hold me down, hand me my cake, dusty, bake,
Fuck your corny
I'm like cake or maybe like ten thousand rabbits
The kid walked through, switch up his accent, now I'm from
Cash the bill, frozen in gold
Signs from the most high causes me to the mold
How the was y'all niggas thinking? You think 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 y'all niggas
to wall, Hawkins
Sucking your teeth cause God
Like this, Ghostface that
Ghost sold crack, now we revelations spoken rap
Veloured like the sheik of Iran
Gasoline CREAM in hospital bands
Model vans, Michael Davis, it's me against
pro-black, sold God creations to control thousands
Catch me at the flicks, Apollo rap Fredick
You know A-yo, fuck this
A-yo, how can I the crowd?
First of all, no mistakes allowed
Here's the instructions, put it
It's simple ain't it? Well, quite

Marvin, Marvin, you were a friend of
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
boot, Jamaican hat, long 4-pound
Ask niggas how I get
Don't speak much, deluxe imaginations
Hold a note like Hutch
You might've bumped into me on the bus
Weed in my cheeks, gem in my beauty sleep
Dead serious, knowledge by 2% triple
Come on, we juggle
Card Molly, amps advance to the final
Show these how the way we dance
Hot night,
through in a booger green '68 Pacer
Mad paper, as a fuck
Truck, two rappers got stuck night
I ain't saying no names, they who, thank you for the change
Outdoor event, New Eve, Cali weed
30 seconds til we tear and
Quick, call all my seeds in the crowd
The ho spotted me, he not to call my name out
He off softly, we exactly
Formed like and the disciples
Black fatigues, dunnie, he held the rifle
We had the whole shook
Your favorite rappers they drinks
On the low tucking they
We made eighty off the

One of the illest since Magic Johnson, no
With metaphors that me out the Project
Rap keep me correct
A-yo, I wrote on Donnie roof
his funeral, on one knee
Thinking his killer's me
So to my nigga Donnie, up
Can you tell God that we fucked up here?
You got beer, weed, guns,
All these obstacles, it's hard to make it
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 chain
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 some cognac, I kill you
I can't you
in my senses, and you ain't in my dollars
I fuck with rottweilers, no leashes, no
Brolic scholars, that's Ghost