Luyện nghe bài hát Buck 50

[Method
Clientele

Who on this? The Fenon, niggas can't live
Who on this? We got shit, Summin Gotz ta Give
Y'll flipped y'all wig, blacked out the kid
Die and for my nigs and my bad ass kids
Freeze [sniff], at your ice like PLEASE
Plottin on the trap, about to snatch the cheese
I heard y'all kids is 'bout that, therapy
Fuckin, where the cow chat? till they bury me
tell a lie, like George with the cherry tree
Now it's cherry pie, if not BROKE, let it be
Ain't nuttin in, New York, stick ya for ya cake and ya icin
All that tough talk don't mean nuttin ya up north
So keep them hands where I can see them ya want freedom
You that 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 waist up
Niggas slum juice with Jacob, FOOL
You're like DUDE, I like your fuckin attitude
Frontin on my from Shao', we ain't mad at you

[Ghostface
Yo, Starks dippin cheesy face, pace
Ghostface, jump out the window for a taste
luck, my main bitches call me lazy
Educated say, "Ghost, you're so crazy"

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

Yo, the words you better be the words you walk
you in the van while the nurse is off
Put your out, watch me insert the dart
Till it from Bricks to the Persian Gulf
Light curcuits off, if my brain is off
That why my language off
My gun aim and cough, ain't trained to brawl
Y'all more like training bras
Wet the ear, you're not prepared
for the project flow, with stares
I out a vest to wear (bullets'll fly)
Yo, a wire, startin bonfires
Pullin mask, so you know me
Your got more seeds than ODB
Can't smoke wit'cha, watch Ghost tie to ya
Def and Wu will ya

[Method
Your lice
Baby shake shit 'fore your shit lice
Get like...

[Ghostface
Word, me y'all

We in two sixes, flirtin bitches
Dime plush, takin
"How you doin baby, my name's
Don't get caught up in my or the way that I speak"
Seek intelligence, nigga doin it since Grease
Check out the greys on the side of my waves, my doze on Riker's Island
Stretched out, up in the cage
Pull a ? out on Jam, shakes Space Jam
Silky texture, Jordan jumped up Clyde Drexler
All up in the parrot, numb, real as they come
Biggie's Versacis, White rabbit
is like photographic magic
Funeral love, boohoo when we hug, don't make it a
Hit the gym in two weeks, my back all
Elbows unique now, the new me
Ghetto fabulous, Tony
Zulu Nation in the 80's, in front of Masey's I start my own
Tyco, Nike glow, velvet
Special effects, high-tech armors, murk you after

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

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Shoe fly shoe, Wally Clark crew
Fuck y'all wan' do? a brew, smoke an L or two
And flip like, yellin for the whole click, it's sick
the way yo' stank eat a dick like
baby shake yo' shit, yo' dick like
gettin like..