Luyện nghe bài hát Belt Holders

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

[Ghostface
Portable DATs, Sony
El Dorado's, thousand bottles, get blown
Willie's, Millie Jackson chicks, dusted out Blondie
Slide me, we wrote the bowl, we the magnets
Man handling mics, wool scarves, Evil Knievel bikes, I like eggs in my
Circus money, the Staten Island funnies
seven, Shallah rock, lotto's and the gumby
Tri-boro, fly negro, rap for
Do it for cee-lo games, cases, battle for
Million cribs, grandfather gamble those wit ribs, yes he did
Life is wonderful, fly living rooms, 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, white
Send them, my is the top session for men
Rap graduate, seen through the that was used by dopes
around and get rocked for three notes
And your bitch ass alligators
When I see you on stage, throw out the gauge, my man's dough us

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