Luyện nghe bài hát The Ghost

[Juan
Forver I'mma ride 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 Alone in my celda, smokin
No buena but it hits a penas
Makin money in prison y
That's my business, my drawings eva
Slangin hierba bolas al toke
Slangin ink con al sobres
Slang my cornbread, and a juice
Saw my homeboy get on the news
Now you know what this doos
Come and cruise, a walk in my shoes
On the esta vida no es linda
That's boy hittin licks in the pinta

SPM X2]
We hit licks in the earliest of
the light and watchtowers
Be cool you see the ghost
Dont be suprised, not in white clothes

Envelope the money order, 50 should get me a mountain
Biness to handle when the bossman finish
Homie kinda broke and folks call 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 you a bank
While i make me a shank drank
Food, snacks, commissary
Pay me for my picture of the what? Halle Berry
Home on a furlough, OG me
Where he buried the dough, let it burn
6 months and I'll be
But right now I got whatever you need, two for
Broke and alone time comatose
shoot at the Bitch and see if she a Ghost

[Chorus

Cell block B,
the grass but don't let'em see you
My heavenly riskin it all
The finest boss lady in these prison walls
Hit the ma, kiss the dick soft
Lemme see your phone for a call
If it gets pick 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 physical
Like a typical fling while I'm sippin on
Bring some chicken cause a nigga Hung-ry
Connections, while I lay up in Texas corrections
So the can win their elections
They locking up the Mexicans
with my best friends and we go