Luyện nghe bài hát Belt Holders

[Intro: Ghostface
Yeah, uh-huh, yo, yo

[Ghostface
Portable DATs, Sony
El Dorado's, dollar bottles, get blown
Diplomat Willie's, Millie Jackson chicks, out Blondie
me, we wrote the bowl, we take the magnets
Man handling mics, wool scarves, Evil Knievel bikes, I eggs in my rice
Circus money, read the Staten funnies
seven, Shallah rock, lotto's and the gumby
Tri-boro, fly negro, rap for
Do it for cee-lo games, cases, for bitches
Million dollar cribs, grandfather those wit ribs, yes he did
Life is wonderful, fly rooms, brass brooms
me in the city of Watts, dusted out with Doc Doom
Slide you, thirty six to the hip, you Neo
Sock it to me G.O., the block we V.O.
Live at the handball session, Wimbledon's
Send them, my throat is the top for men
Rap graduate, seen through the that was used by dopes
Fuck around and get for three notes
And fuck your bitch ass
When I see you on stage, throw out the gauge, my man's dough us

Aiyo, guns, mad ounces, colorful whips
Slapped up bouncers,
Ball like a unit, fly fragrance,
Rarely out of spaceships, many fakes got
We all pornographic, taylor mortals
on suede walls, leather's on, ballers
Maybe Benz lenses, sprayin' out of sixes, Christmas
Vicious consolidated drama rip
The version of black, skyscraper paper
Wu belt makers, show & that all my shit match
Tri-colored diamonds, color five
All kinds of iron, Swiss cheese, yea, big boy, we