Luyện nghe bài hát Cherchez Laghost

Tommy Mottola, on the road
He his lady, two months ago
Maybe he'll find her, maybe he
Oh wonder love

Brothers try to me, but none could match me
No girl can freak me, I'm just too
Lost on the dance floors, I y'all
through the back door, guess who they saw?
Goldie and Ghost, black African
low lenses, plus the mural was dope
Airbrush W-B's, STOP! (Shake body, body)
And cop a of these (She's a hottie, hottie)

and Chauncey, very upset
They're sick and tired of living in
Tired of roaches and of rats
I know are over

One in the head, I'm fed, this is how we
Put a Ruff Rider on my dick, bust through 'em
Come out your shirt, the party rhyme
Fine Dr. Buzzard, Lime
We passin it, takes the shake Calvin Klein
the floor gets moist, taste and follow mine
Swallow nine, dimes from Bahamas
Slim makers stuffed inside pajamas

They'll take all your rhymes with a Colgate smile, hey
love you one second, then hate you the next
Oh it crazy baby, yeah
Tony's his name, the undefeated champion, whoa, yeah (Blow 'em God)
Now he's alone, he's just the of his throne (Yeah, aha)
will be my friend, Ghostface Killah (Truly yours, peace boo)