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
Slide me, we wrote the bowl, we the magnets
Man handling mics, wool scarves, Evil Knievel bikes, I like in my rice
money, read the Staten Island funnies
Eighty seven, rock, lotto's and the gumby
Tri-boro, fly negro, rap for
Do it for cee-lo games, cases, for bitches
Million dollar cribs, gamble those wit ribs, yes he did
Life is wonderful, fly rooms, brass brooms
Catch me in the 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 throat is the top for men
Rap graduate, seen through the needles that was used by
around and get rocked for three notes
And fuck your ass alligators
When I see you on stage, out the gauge, my man's dough made us

Aiyo, elephant guns, mad ounces, colorful
up bouncers, pouches
Ball a unit, fly fragrance, faceless
out of spaceships, many fakes got lynched
We all pornographic, taylor made
Leanin' on suede walls, leather's on,
Maybe lenses, sprayin' out of sixes, Christmas money
consolidated drama rip bitches
The version of black, skyscraper paper
Wu belt makers, show & prove that all my match
Tri-colored diamonds, color five
All of iron, Swiss cheese, yea, big boy, we giants