Luyện nghe bài hát Buck 50

[Method
Supreme

Who on this? The Fenon, niggas can't live
Who on this? We got shit, Summin Gotz ta Give
Y'll done y'all wig, blacked out the kid
Die and live for my and my bad ass kids
Freeze [sniff], lookin at ice like PLEASE
on the mouse trap, about to snatch the cheese
I heard kids is 'bout that, psycho therapy
Fuckin, where the cow chat? Blue till bury me
Never tell a lie, like with the cherry tree
Now it's pie, if it's not BROKE, let it be
Ain't nuttin nice in, New York, stick ya for ya cake and ya
All that tough don't mean nuttin when ya up north
So keep them where I can see them like ya want freedom
You know sayin, if ya can't join 'em
Beat 'em and ya way in
We acrobats but we flip on occasion
Pick the Pace up, past snaggin, throw your up
Niggas slum juice with Jacob, FOOL
like DUDE, I don't like your fuckin attitude
Frontin on my Clan from Shao', we mad at you

[Ghostface
Yo, Starks dippin cheesy face, meesly
Ghostface, jump out the window for a little
Droopy luck, my main bitches call me
birds say, "Ghost, you're so crazy"

Cappa slide with the Ghost
Post up paint on walls
Drip jew-els, big heat ruffle inside the
It's the odd couple, holo-points follow you in Staten Island
Playin with the big that make noise
Echo in the hall, a voice
start to act choice, but Dunkin 'hinds
Didn't know Crocker had them two nines
Made the club moist, shattered the
Dust heads runnin, the black kingpin buzz the Black

Yo, the words you talk better be the you walk
Body you in the van while the is off
Put your vein out, me insert the dart
Till it bleeds from Bricks to the Persian
Light curcuits off, if my brain is off
That explains why my off
My gun aim and cough, y'all ain't to brawl
more like them training bras
Wet behind the ear, not prepared
for the project flow, extra stares
I pass out a vest to (bullets'll fly)
Yo, a hard wire, startin
mask, so you know it's me
Your got more seeds than ODB
Can't smoke wit'cha, Ghost tie rope to ya
Def and Wu open ya

Man]
Your shit
Baby your shit 'fore your shit lice
Get like...

Killah]
Word, it's me

We in two sixes, flirtin bitches
plush, takin pictures
"How you baby, my name's Ghost
Don't get caught up in my chains or the way I speak"
intelligence, slickest nigga doin it since Grease
Check out the greys on the side of my waves, my crew doze on Riker's
Stretched out, up in the cage
Pull a ? out on Jimmy Jam, shakes Jam
Silky texture, Jordan jumped up like Drexler
All up in the parrot, nose numb, as they come
Biggie's Versacis, Snow White
is like photographic magic
Funeral love, boohoo we hug, don't make it a habit
Hit the gym in two weeks, my all chisseled
Elbows now, meet the new me
Ghetto fabulous, Tony
Nation in the 80's, in front of Masey's I start my own Chapters
Tyco, Nike glow, pose
Special effects, armors, murk you after shows

Ghost'll hollar
Cancoon, catch me in the room eatin up

[Method
Shoe fly shoe, dark Clark crew
Fuck wan' do? Crack a brew, smoke an L or two
And flip like, yellin for the whole click, sick like
the way yo' stank bitch eat a like
baby shake yo' shit, yo' dick like
rich like..