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 think of it as you through (smokin on Mari)
11-45-55-2 (Hittin heierba)
ugh in my celda, smokin hierba
No esta buena but it hits a
Makin money in prison y
That's my business, my what eva
Slangin hierba bolas al toke
Slangin ink con placazos al
Slang my cornbread, and a juice
Saw my homeboy get shot on the
Now you what this Mexican doos
and cruise, take a walk in my shoes
On the cool esta vida no es
That's boy hittin licks in the pinta

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We hit licks in the of hours
Underneath the and watchtowers
Be when you see the ghost
be suprised, she's not in white clothes

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

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Cell B, seven-B-two
Pass the but don't let'em see you
My heavenly riskin it all
The finest boss lady in prison brick walls
Hit the lick ma, kiss the dick
Lemme see your phone for a call
If it gets long pick it up three
But put it on silent so it ring
I'm the king, this is no dream
Is it real or just a physical thing
Like a typical fling while I'm on lean
Bring some chicken cause a nigga Hung-ry
Connections, while I lay up in this Texas
So the can win their elections
They locking up the muthafuckin
Back with my friends and we go