Luyện nghe bài hát The Ghost

[Juan
Forver ride bein high fool (es el loco Juan Gotti)
(that's my TDC number)
Don't ever of it as you ride through (smokin on Mari)
11-45-55-2 (Hittin heierba)
ugh in my celda, smokin hierba
No esta but it hits a penas
Makin in prison y afuera
That's my business, my drawings eva
Slangin hierba diez al toke
Slangin ink con al sobres
Slang my cornbread, and a juice
Saw my get shot on the news
Now you know what this Mexican
Come and cruise, a walk in my shoes
On the esta vida no es linda
your boy hittin licks in the pinta

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We hit licks in the of hours
Underneath the and watchtowers
Be cool when you see the
Dont be suprised, not in white clothes

Envelope with the order, 50 should get me a mountain
Biness to handle the bossman finish countin
Homie kinda broke and them folks him indigent
Hustle out there, here, there's no sentiment
Sendin so kites, call me Benjamin Frank
to everybody, 50 men in a tank
Meet my sister in the free, she gon you a bank
While i make me a shank drank
Food, snacks, commissary
Pay me for my picture of the what? naked Halle
Home on a furlough, OG me
Where he buried the dough, let it burn
6 months and I'll be
But now I got whatever you need, two for three
Broke and alone doin time
shoot at the Bitch and see if she a Ghost

[Chorus

Cell B, seven-B-two
the grass but don't let'em see you
My heavenly riskin it all
The finest boss lady in these prison brick
Hit the ma, kiss the dick soft
see your phone for a business call
If it gets long it up before three
But put it on silent so it don't
I'm the digital king, is no dream
Is it real love or just a thing
Like a typical fling while I'm sippin on
Bring back some chicken a nigga Hung-ry
Connections, while I lay up in Texas corrections
So the can win their elections
They locking up the Mexicans
Back with my friends and we go