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 chicks, dusted out Blondie
Slide me, we wrote the bowl, we the magnets
Man handling mics, wool scarves, Knievel bikes, I like eggs in my rice
Circus money, read the Staten Island
Eighty seven, Shallah rock, and the gumby
Tri-boro, fly negro, rap for
Do it for cee-lo games, cases, 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
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 is the top session for men
Rap graduate, seen through the that was used by dopes
Fuck around and get rocked for notes
And fuck your ass alligators
I see you on stage, throw 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, taylor mortals
Leanin' on walls, leather's on, ballers
Maybe Benz lenses, sprayin' out of sixes, Christmas
Vicious consolidated rip bitches
The version of black, skyscraper paper
Wu makers, show & prove that all my shit match
diamonds, foreign color five
All kinds of iron, cheese, yea, big boy, we giants