Luyện nghe bài hát Belt Holders

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

Killah]
Portable DATs, headphones
El Dorado's, thousand bottles, get blown
Willie's, Millie Jackson chicks, dusted out Blondie
Slide me, we the bowl, we take the magnets
Man handling mics, 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 cee-lo games, cases, battle for
Million cribs, grandfather gamble those wit ribs, yes he did
Life is wonderful, fly living rooms, brass
Catch me in the 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, Wimbledon's
them, my throat is the top session for men
Rap graduate, seen through the that was used by dopes
Fuck and get rocked for three notes
And fuck your 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,
Ball like a unit, fly fragrance,
Rarely out of spaceships, many got lynched
We all pornographic, taylor 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 shit
diamonds, foreign color five
All kinds of iron, Swiss cheese, yea, big boy, we