Luyện nghe bài hát Ghost Is Back

[Intro: Ghostface (Tracy Morgan)]
Listen, man, going on 2007, g
I wanna ya'll muthafuckas a happy New Year
(New Year, let's give it up) How 2006 was son?
(Go and get up, get up, ya'll niggaz is
Ya'll how I get, my 2006 off, nigga I broke two of my toes, nigga
going down nigga, that's what's up, ya'll niggaz is crazy)
That's why you came to the with, um, peanut butter on your toes, that day
(Nigga, why you gotta everything up? Man, everybody here enjoying)
Nah, son, because your shit's --- (crazy, a happy New
muthfucka) Nah, boy, yo (no, man...) But your shit was looking mad timid
That was the funniest in the book, that day (Find out who...)
That's toes right there! (Who the fuck said I broke 'em)
Yo, how you put them baby cast on there? (Just a little punk ass nigga man)
How you put them in the cast like that, though, son?
Come on, son, what I was, that shit, yo
Let me you something, I ain't gon' 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 know how it is, son, I ain't you in years though
(You know how I get down) How you had butter on your toes though, son?
('cause the nigga asked for it, man, I fucked a nigga up, man)
Yo, it's New Year's, yo (get to me, muthafucka)
Yo, New Year's 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 love you my nigga, New Year's!
Fuck that, let's get paper!

Killah]
Yo, yo I was sitting at the thinking
How the hell do I murder these M.C.'s, sting 'em like
My that of Hannibal, not compatible
Why I would damage you, fuck, if I drink, then ran you
Ya'll chose to war, so called rich niggaz wanna verse the
I'll rob you first, go to your earth, it's not gon' hurt
If you try calling the cops, not gon' work
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
rhymes, and ya'll can't believe it's not butter
I ya'll to chill, stretch all out like franks on the grill
With a classic deal, I'm like a farmer when I'm the field
Just painting my seeds, in 20-06, it's time to

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

Killah]
Yo, I up the beef, seasoned up the meat
Fried 'em, tried 'em, took it out the
Ghost came to steal the show, you loving your broad
lay back and reveal your hoe
She a brain therapist, chick you can't
Opened up her legs, "ooh, I smell fish"
Yeast infection, queen, she love
up tits, she'll bang the whole Knicks
Now how can I salute you, kid, I'm to do you
Crucial, rugers at who you with
We bump 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 like a from Baghdad
That's bad, flags red, beds
Ya'll niggaz is eating, crystal heads
We pissed out, out, with the best threads
niggaz off, knockin' niggaz out
Fucking up rappers is I'm about
I'm holding Island down, ya'll cats must be dead
Keep fronting and lose head

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

Killah]
You can decide on liver
Toney Knight Rider, love my saliva
'em down, hoggin' the mound
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, come off the
Whole horizon, hit 'em with toast, a rap
the boys bell like Verizon
Eyes, looking suprised, that the
Yo Ghost, don't do it, I got some more pie

Ghostface 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 niggaz to crack that
Word up, we coming, J-Love
Den, what up, Ice, C-Allah, what up, yo Un
You knowhatimean, yo, Buck, hold ya head.. aiyo
You what it is, tell E, I said what's the deal, man
We gon' get paper, this year, yo Irf, you know how we do
I ain't even gotta say that much, TaVon, come holla at boy
I know my jack be off all the time, but yo, that don't mean shit,
Come through and holla, nigga, word up, what it is
Yo, S.G., that's my son doola... ya'll niggaz keep ya'll off him
Youknowhatimean? Yo Ant Acid.. the deal, aiyo Tech, yo Plex
Your boys here, nigga... word up, it's all about paper year, nigga, word up
I got mad babies to feed, I got nigga, one...
for life, Cappadonna, Raekwon, what up?
"Ghost got the juice, now"