Luyện nghe bài hát Black Out

[Ghostface
Where's my horse? de Andre! {makes horse sounds}

Yo!

Throw me in a mosh pit I'm liable to shit
Melt the place break out like an arsonist
Classified to get it in for a classic
If I turn my back and walk that means I'm
Got in mi casa boiling fresh lobsters
But I do the shellfish I'm a just eat pasta
italian sausage chopped up kielbasa
Doing hits from home like an mobster
Love my diced up real little, wifed up!
Gotti trench men is brittle
Poke nose {Poconos} is where I go with the capos
11 Sammy the Bulls, ready to those
I'm black yo, half oregano
half italian yo, who he?
I'm that Island yo, Staten
Crushing niggas like
Commissioner Kelly I'll kill captian
That's word to my that's laid off
That little in the pussy, word! I ate it off!
Team move with hands in the air Adolf
Handing me a big that I sprayed off! Raa3fffff

Toma, toma, mira que!
Papi Wardrobe, Papi Wardrobe, go Papi Wardrobe!
Maricon! Yeah... kii kii kii kii kii kaaaaah

La Nostra La Familia, what!
Violate my family ties and I'm a kill
Mi dame un beso
"D" Capitan ghettio hot on my Speghetti-O's
Papi Wardrobe mexican handle with
All my gutter crew got border patrol
Zorro when I come through black sombrero, what!
2 in the holster my code name
Ride off in the sunset starved in the
Long on my horse named White Boy John
Rock the side of bitch straight mexican song
Ass hanging off the brunt don't look at me wrong
And my heart beats like Julio on guzziii
Up in the Arizona where the shit get ugly
All my Staten Island riders or die honchos
Get all day leave our ponchos
We bull fighting niggas wrestle with
And my team stay tight Silver & Tonto
a long whip yo I'll whip your ass
Hard head mexican dope mixed with
Machete behind where the rip and the slash
kids me and Ghost back at last

Toma, Toma, Mericon!
Papi Wardrobe, Papi Wardrobe, it to them!

Cinco De Mayo imported guns Cairo
Got back with the toast and beat the charge like
This bitch who's
I met her out in Chi-Town while I was out in Greek town ordering
The Bad bitch keep the tool in her
Quick to her rivals and her pops was a gangsta Disciple
He Killed about a thousand Vice Lords guns and wars
The feds came for him so he to the 9th ward
in the N.O.
And right before he left he wrote his daughter a memo stacks in a Benz-o
It got hot niggas selling out the info
He every 20 seconds out the window
Blow it limbo he spazzed on Lorenzo
He him in the head with his own son's Nintendo
a week later the boys came and rushed him
Kicked down his door he was sleep they cuffed him