Luyện nghe bài hát Ghost Is Back

[Intro: Killah (Tracy Morgan)]
Listen, man, going on 2007, g
I wanna wish ya'll muthafuckas a happy New
(New Year, let's it up) How your 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
It's going down nigga, that's what's up, ya'll is crazy)
That's why you to the show with, um, peanut butter on your toes, that day
(Nigga, why you gotta bring up? Man, everybody here enjoying)
Nah, son, because shit's --- (crazy, a happy New Year
This muthfucka) Nah, boy, yo (no, man...) But your shit was mad timid
That was the funniest in the book, that day (Find out who...)
That's your toes there! (Who the fuck said I broke 'em)
Yo, how you put them little baby 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 tell you something, I 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 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 nigga 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 Year's son (fuck ya'll niggaz, this no
Yo, Ghostface, my gold is fifty hundred, I 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 table
How the hell do I murder M.C.'s, sting 'em like bees
My that of Hannibal, not compatible
Why I would damage you, fuck, if I drink, then ran you
Ya'll to war, so called rich niggaz wanna verse the poor
I'll rob you first, then go to your earth, not gon' hurt
If you try the cops, it's not gon' work
All you gotta do is lay in the dirt, we dug a
And my guns weight more, yo, then Gerald
more blubber than a Ruben Studdard, I grease the pan
With rhymes, and ya'll believe it's not butter
I told ya'll to chill, all out like franks on the grill
a classic deal, I'm like a farmer when I'm playing the field
Just painting my seeds, in 20-06, time to build

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

[Ghostface
Yo, I up the beef, seasoned up the meat
Fried 'em, tried 'em, took it out the
came to steal the show, since you loving your broad
I'ma lay back and reveal hoe
She a therapist, chick you can't kiss
Opened up her legs, "ooh, I smell fish"
Yeast infection, queen, she love
Shivlered up tits, she'll the whole Knicks
Now how can I you, kid, I'm planning to do you
Crucial, blow at who you with
We bump heads while we out in the street, it's all
My fingers'll matter, kick the back 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, wrist out, with the best
Knockin' off, knockin' niggaz out
Fucking up rappers is what I'm
I'm holding Staten Island down, ya'll cats be dead
Keep and lose your head

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

Killah]
You can on who's liver
Knight Rider, wisdoms love my saliva
Slobbin' 'em down, the mound
'em eightballs, robbing the town
Don't let your gangsta, get you up
Faggot ass done got you worked up
Rappers come around, ya'll wide rap is dead
Freeze, nigga, come off the
horizon, hit 'em with toast, a rap arising
Ringing the bell like Verizon
Eyes, looking suprised, the four-five
Yo Ghost, even do it, I got some more pie

[Outro: Killah]
Word up, aiyo I'd like to give a mean shout out to Staten
Holding the boy down, know what it do
Unit, Big Trife, Wigs, Du-Lilz
Yo Supa! Ya'll know it is, man, yaknowhatimsaying?
My West Brighton niggaz... let's see that money come
That's right, yeah, get up in building
You tell L.A. Reid and them niggaz to crack that
up, cause we coming, J-Love
Aiyo Den, what up, Ice, C-Allah, up, yo Un
You knowhatimean, yo, Buck, hold ya head.. aiyo
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 say that much, TaVon, come holla at your boy
I know my jack be off all the time, but yo, that mean shit, nigga
Come through and holla, nigga, word up, what it is
Yo, S.G., that's my son doola... niggaz keep ya'll hands off him
Yo Ant Acid.. what's the deal, aiyo Tech, yo Plex
Your boys here, nigga... word up, it's all about paper this year, nigga, up
I got mad to feed, I got bills nigga, one...
for life, Cappadonna, Raekwon, what up?
"Ghost got the juice, now"