Luyện nghe bài hát Ghost Is Back

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

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

[Ghostface
Yo, I cooked up the beef, seasoned up the
Fried 'em, tried 'em, it out the grease
Ghost came to steal the show, 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 dick
up tits, she'll bang the whole Knicks
Now how can I you, kid, I'm planning to do you
Crucial, blow rugers at who you
We bump heads we out in the street, it's all good
My trigger matter, kick the back of your feet
And your red monkey jeans, is looking like a from Baghdad
That's bad, flags red, beds
Ya'll niggaz is eating, crystal meth'
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]

[Ghostface
You can decide on who's
Toney Rider, wisdoms love my saliva
'em down, hoggin' the mound
Pitchin' 'em eightballs, the town
Don't let gangsta, get you murked up
Faggot ass homeys got you worked up
can't come around, ya'll wide rap is dead
Freeze, nigga, off the bread
Whole horizon, hit 'em toast, a rap arising
Ringing the bell like 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 to give a mean shout out to Staten Island
Holding the boy down, ya'll what it do
Unit, Big Trife, Wigs, Du-Lilz
Yo Supa! Ya'll know it is, man, yaknowhatimsaying?
My Brighton niggaz... let's see that money come first
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.. Bean
You know what it is, tell E, I what's the deal, man
We gon' get this paper, year, yo Irf, you know 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, 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... word up, it's all 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"