Luyện nghe bài hát Black Out

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

Yo!

Throw me in a mosh pit I'm to start shit
Melt the place then break out an arsonist
Classified to get it in for a killing
If I turn my back and walk that I'm chilling
Got bitches in mi casa boiling fresh
But I don't do the I'm a just eat pasta
italian sausage chopped up kielbasa
Doing hits home like an elite mobster
my onions diced up real little, wifed up!
Gotti trench men is real
Poke your {Poconos} is where I go with the capos
11 Sammy the Bulls, ready to wack
I'm black yo, half oregano
half italian yo, who he?
I'm from that yo, Staten
Crushing like aspirins
Commissioner I'll kill your captian
word to my bitch that's laid off
That patch in the pussy, word! I ate it off!
Team with hands in the air like Adolf
Handing me a big joint that I off! Raa3fffff

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

La Costra La Familia, what!
Violate my ties and I'm a kill y'all
Mi amor dame un
"D" Capitan ghettio hot sauce on my
Papi Wardrobe mexican handle with
All my gutter gang crew got border
Zorro when I come through black sombrero, what!
2 in the holster my code Darryl
Ride off in the sunset starved in the
Long boots on my horse White Boy John
Rock the side of bitch straight mexican song
Ass hanging off the brunt don't ever at me wrong
And my heart beats strong Julio on guzziii
Up in the Arizona where the shit get ugly
All my Staten Island riders or die honchos
Get cream all day our ponchos
We fighting niggas wrestle with broncos
And my stay tight like Silver & Tonto
a long whip yo I'll whip your ass
Hard head mexican mixed with hash
behind door where the rip and the slash
Desperado kids me and Ghost back at

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

Cinco De imported guns from Cairo
Got back with the and beat the charge like rhino
bitch who's albino
I met her out in Chi-Town while I was out in town ordering Gyros
The Bad keep the tool in her bible
Quick to murder her rivals and her was a gangsta Disciple
He about a thousand Vice Lords guns and knife wars
The feds came for him so he slid to the 9th
in the N.O.
And right before he he wrote his daughter a memo left stacks in a Benz-o
It got hot niggas selling out the info
He paranoid every 20 seconds out the
Blow it into limbo he on Lorenzo
He smashed him in the head with his own Nintendo
About a later the boys came and rushed him
Kicked down his door while he was sleep they him