Luyện nghe bài hát Belt Holders

[Intro: Killah]
Yeah, uh-huh, yo, yo

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

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