Luyện nghe bài hát Belt Holders

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

Killah]
Portable DATs, headphones
El Dorado's, thousand dollar bottles, get
Diplomat Willie's, Millie Jackson chicks, dusted out
Slide me, we wrote the bowl, we the magnets
Man handling mics, wool scarves, Evil bikes, I like eggs in my rice
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 dollar cribs, 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
it to me G.O., the block we spot V.O.
Live at the handball session, 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, throw out the gauge, my man's dough us

Aiyo, elephant guns, mad ounces, colorful
Slapped up bouncers,
Ball a unit, fly fragrance, faceless
Rarely out of spaceships, many got lynched
We all pornographic, made mortals
Leanin' on walls, leather's on, ballers
Maybe Benz lenses, sprayin' out of sixes, Christmas
Vicious consolidated drama rip
The version 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