Luyện nghe bài hát Ghost Deini

Yo, summer time holding the nine, split the in half
Jeeps rumble and my dogs grass
Bank stopping, hide rocks, hydraulic
The kid with the most knowledge will to touch top dollars
me down, hand me my cake, dusty, bake, activate
Fuck your debates
I'm like cake or maybe like ten thousand dollar
The kid walked through, switch up his accent, now I'm Paris
Cash the bill, elements in gold
Signs from the high causes me to break the mold
How the fuck was y'all thinking? You think I fell off the ledge?
The Ghost Deini might be dead?
Never, impossible, pull out black burners tonsils
Two Gallants, if we got to
Busting at y'all daily
to wall, Hawkins
Sucking your teeth God chain-talking
Ghostface this, Ghostface that
Ghost crack, now we revelations spoken through rap
down like the sheik of Iran
Gasoline CREAM wrapped in bands
Model vans, Michael Davis, it's me housing
Extraordinary pro-black, sold God creations to thousands
Catch me at the flicks, rap Fredick Douglas
You know 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, quite

Marvin, Marvin, you were a friend of
You for somethin, ugh
2Pac, Biggie, ohh how we you so
We y'all both to know
We really you so

A-yo, I'm down
Wally boot, Jamaican hat, long
Ask niggas how I get
Don't speak much, deluxe imaginations
Hold a note Willie Hutch
You bumped into me on the Rikers bus
in my cheeks, gem in my beauty sleep sleeve
Dead serious, knowledge by 2% triple
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 stuck night
I ain't no names, they know who, thank you for the change
Outdoor event, New Year's Eve, Cali
30 seconds til we and decease
Quick, call all my dipped in the crowd
The ho spotted me, he knew not to call my out
He walked off softly, we
like Christ and the disciples
Black fatigues, lethal-faced dunnie, he held the
We had the whole shit
Your favorite rappers they drinks
On the low tucking they
We eighty off the books

One of the illest since Johnson, no disrespect
With that keep me out the Project
Rap keep me correct
A-yo, I this 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 obstacles, it's hard to make it nowadays
Why's the Devil winning, some say our fault
If that's the answer, you know smoking cancer
Let me drop a bracelet, leave a behind
My stay at the beginning cause that's how they rewind
Y'all know how we dine, we don't eat swine, and we don't wine
If you don't bring me some 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