Luyện nghe bài hát Beat the Clock

Aiyo, Ghost, what's up This "Supreme" talkin' to you and shit
You caught me all the way in Island to see you
Beat the two minute and thirty seven second
Suprise, time started already, muthafucka, say shit, nigga

I'mma say it, don't get mad, y'all, I throw my darts
Shoot 'em up, bang, bang, me baby
Lovely lady, fuck the spades, drive the kid
Before I go to bed, an later

People be talkin', I feed
My defense'll fly the coop off mean office
My skills is a fortune, Robbin' out a suite auction
then fall off the greatest, fuck what they say
'Cuz we the abortions and we

Lay low-oh-oh, silent those clowin'
Got clothes for his new feud in the road
We them Fat Albert niggas, spot runnin' '86 crack viles and
all suspicous, I'm out

Aiyo, hold up, the fuck you stop for?
(I got in my)
Nah, you be stoppin', G
What the fuck you ain't got, aiyo, you buggin' and
Son, you hurry the fuck up
Time is runnin' nigga, come, what the

I work magic out of store
Give me a dollar and I turn bitch into five
And all I is one more to get things started
Get and once you, I'mma fix these artists

Take 'em one by one, tie 'em up, 'em up
Treat 'em like a cigar, fire them up
They be up in the club, tree'd up
them young 'keds with their gear all beat up

This is how I'mma kill 'em with lines left
Hold your breath, say my name five times take's practice, yo
Decap' him with sayin' my name, it's matches, yo
It's to fuck up on account in a house or blow

Na-na-na-na-na, nah, nah, fuck that shit
You cheatin' and shit, I ain't come here for all
(I'm tired, though Lord, the fuck)
What you you tired and shit, G?
You suppose to be that nigga, nigga then me
If you that nigga, show me, nigga

I hold a mic like I'm Gail
Hoppin' over like O.J., my rushin' yards
pen, how the meter spray
Happy wife-beater day, don't touch my, hay

Get off my D-I, go C the K's
me Mr. D.J., please play "Fish"
Or that "CherChez", live meeting, ten four, may day
Callin' all cars, all cars

We an A.P.B. on Starks and Trife the God
We left the jewelry store, feelin' like we the morgue
We was frozen and I brought an out Trojan
That's for pussies whose golden, who got Toney wide

I put my ring up to my waves and seen an ocean
like a wolf, kid, in sheep's clothin'
Snatch the bag off the milk truck and kept boatin'
I be potent like ibuprofen, I be
With two shotties on me, in your grimiest smokin'

This muthafucka made the clock, where the fuck?
Yo, you be cheatin', mutha, you be
that Staten Island, bullshit
Theodore, you know you be a Ghost
But you ain't Houdini,