Luyện nghe bài hát Ghost Is Back

[Intro: Killah (Tracy Morgan)]
Listen, man, it's on 2007, g
I wanna wish ya'll muthafuckas a New Year
(New Year, let's give it up) How your 2006 was
(Go and get up, get up, ya'll is crazy
Ya'll know how I get, my 2006 off, nigga I two of my toes, nigga
It's going nigga, that's what's up, ya'll niggaz is crazy)
That's why you came to the show with, um, peanut butter on your toes, 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
was the funniest shit 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 little cast on there? (Just a little punk ass nigga man)
How you put them in the baby cast like that, though,
Come on, son, that's what I was, 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 first cousin, though, but 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 is fifty hundred, I want my money)
NINE! EIGHT! SEVEN! SIX! FIVE! FOUR! THREE! TWO! ONE!
I you my nigga, Happy New Year's!
Fuck that, let's get paper!

[Ghostface
Yo, yo I was sitting at the table
How the hell do I murder these M.C.'s, 'em like bees
My attitude's that of Hannibal, not
Why I would you, fuck, if I drink, then ran with you
Ya'll chose to war, so called rich niggaz verse the poor
I'll rob you first, then go to earth, it's not gon' 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 weight more, yo, then Levert
With blubber than a Ruben Studdard, I grease the pan
rhymes, and ya'll can't believe it's not butter
I told ya'll to chill, stretch all out franks on the grill
With a classic deal, I'm like a farmer when I'm playing the
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 the show, since you loving your broad
I'ma lay back and reveal hoe
She a brain therapist, chick you can't
Opened up her legs, "ooh, I smell fish"
Yeast infection, queen, she love
Shivlered up tits, bang the whole Knicks
Now how can I salute you, kid, I'm to do you
Crucial, blow at who you with
We bump heads while we out in the street, it's all
My trigger fingers'll matter, kick the of your feet
And your red monkey jeans, is looking like a from Baghdad
That's bad, flags red, beds
niggaz is eating, crystal meth' heads
We pissed out, out, with the best threads
Knockin' niggaz off, niggaz out
Fucking up rappers is I'm about
I'm holding Staten Island down, ya'll must be dead
Keep fronting and lose your

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

Killah]
You can on who's liver
Toney Rider, wisdoms love my saliva
Slobbin' 'em down, the mound
Pitchin' 'em eightballs, the town
Don't let gangsta, get you murked up
ass homeys done got you worked up
Rappers come around, ya'll wide rap is dead
Freeze, nigga, off the bread
Whole horizon, hit 'em with toast, a rap
Ringing the boys bell Verizon
Eyes, suprised, that the four-five
Yo Ghost, don't even do it, I got some pie

Ghostface Killah]
Word up, aiyo I'd like to a mean shout out to Staten Island
Holding the boy down, ya'll know it do
Theodore Unit, Big Trife, Wigs,
Yo Supa! Ya'll know what it is, man,
My West Brighton niggaz... let's see money come first
That's right, yeah, get up in that
You tell L.A. and them niggaz to crack that safe
Word up, we coming, J-Love
Aiyo Den, up, Ice, C-Allah, what 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, year, yo Irf, you know how we do
I ain't even gotta say much, TaVon, come holla at your boy
I know my jack be off all the time, but yo, don't mean shit, nigga
Come through and holla, nigga, up, this what it is
Yo, S.G., that's my son doola... ya'll niggaz keep hands off him
Youknowhatimean? Yo Ant Acid.. what's the deal, Tech, yo Plex
Your boys here, nigga... word up, all about paper this 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"