Luyện nghe bài hát Ghost Is Back

[Intro: Killah (Tracy Morgan)]
Listen, man, going on 2007, g
I wish ya'll muthafuckas a happy New Year
(New Year, let's give it up) How your 2006 was
(Go and get up, get up, ya'll niggaz is
know how I get, my 2006 off, nigga I broke two of my toes, nigga
It's going nigga, that's what's up, ya'll niggaz is crazy)
why you came to the show with, um, peanut butter on your toes, that day
(Nigga, why you gotta bring everything up? Man, everybody enjoying)
Nah, son, because your --- (crazy, a happy New Year
This muthfucka) Nah, boy, yo (no, man...) But your shit was mad timid
That was the shit in the book, that day (Find out who...)
That's your toes right there! (Who the fuck said I 'em)
Yo, how you put them little baby cast on there? (Just a punk ass nigga man)
How you put in the baby cast like that, though, son?
Come on, son, what I was, that shit, yo
Let me tell you something, I ain't front, yo
I you and all that, son (then say that!)
You my cousin, (then say that, Ghost, say that)
You my cousin, though, but come on, man
You how it is, son, I ain't seen you in years though
(You know how I get down) How you had peanut butter on toes though, son?
('cause the asked for it, man, shit I fucked a nigga up, man)
Yo, it's New Year's, yo (get to me, muthafucka)
Yo, it's New son (fuck ya'll niggaz, this ain't no
Yo, Ghostface, my gold is hundred, I want my money)
NINE! EIGHT! SEVEN! SIX! FIVE! FOUR! THREE! TWO! ONE!
I you my nigga, Happy New Year's!
Fuck that, get this paper!

Killah]
Yo, yo I was at the table thinking
How the hell do I murder these M.C.'s, sting 'em bees
My that of Hannibal, not compatible
Why I damage you, fuck, if I drink, then ran with you
Ya'll chose to war, so called rich wanna verse the poor
I'll rob you first, then go to your earth, it's not hurt
If you try calling the cops, it's not gon'
All you gotta do is lay in the dirt, we dug a
And my guns more, yo, then Gerald Levert
With more than a Ruben Studdard, I grease the pan
With rhymes, and ya'll believe it's not butter
I told ya'll to chill, stretch all out franks on the grill
With a classic deal, I'm a farmer when I'm playing the field
Just painting my seeds, in 20-06, it's to build

"Ghost is back..." - 4X]

Killah]
Yo, I up the beef, seasoned up the meat
Fried 'em, tried 'em, it out the grease
Ghost came to steal the show, since you loving your
I'ma lay back and reveal hoe
She a brain therapist, chick you kiss
Opened up her legs, like "ooh, I fish"
Yeast infection, queen, she love
Shivlered up tits, she'll bang the Knicks
Now how can I you, kid, I'm planning to do you
Crucial, blow rugers at who you
We heads while we out in the street, it's all good
My trigger fingers'll matter, kick the back of your
And your red monkey jeans, is looking a scene from Baghdad
That's bad, red, dirt beds
Ya'll is eating, crystal meth' heads
We pissed out, out, with the best threads
Knockin' niggaz off, knockin' out
Fucking up rappers is what I'm
I'm holding Staten Island down, cats must be dead
fronting and lose your head

"Ghost is back..." - 4X]

Killah]
You can decide on liver
Knight Rider, wisdoms love my saliva
Slobbin' 'em down, hoggin' the
Pitchin' 'em eightballs, robbing the
Don't let gangsta, get you murked up
Faggot ass homeys done got you up
Rappers can't around, ya'll wide rap is dead
Freeze, nigga, off the bread
horizon, hit 'em with toast, a rap arising
Ringing the bell like Verizon
Eyes, suprised, that the four-five
Yo Ghost, don't even do it, I got more pie

[Outro: Killah]
Word up, aiyo I'd to give a mean shout out to Staten Island
the boy down, ya'll know what it do
Theodore Unit, Big Trife, Wigs,
Yo Supa! Ya'll what it is, man, yaknowhatimsaying?
My West Brighton niggaz... see that money come first
right, yeah, get up in that building
You tell L.A. Reid and them to crack that safe
Word up, we coming, J-Love
Aiyo Den, what up, Ice, C-Allah, up, yo Un
You knowhatimean, yo, Buck, hold ya head.. Bean
You know what it is, E, I said what's the deal, man
We gon' get this paper, this year, yo Irf, you how we do
I ain't even gotta say that much, TaVon, come holla at boy
I know my be off all the time, but yo, that don't mean shit, nigga
through and holla, nigga, word up, this what it is
Yo, S.G., that's my son doola... ya'll keep ya'll hands off him
Yo Ant Acid.. what's the deal, aiyo Tech, yo Plex
Your boys here, nigga... up, it's all about paper this year, nigga, word up
I got mad babies to feed, I got nigga, one...
Wu-Tang for life, Cappadonna, Raekwon, up?
"Ghost got the juice, now"