Luyện nghe bài hát Belt Holders

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

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

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