Luyện nghe bài hát Ghost Is Back

[Intro: Killah (Tracy Morgan)]
Listen, man, going on 2007, g
I wanna wish muthafuckas a happy New Year
(New Year, let's give it up) How 2006 was son?
(Go and get up, get up, niggaz is crazy
Ya'll know how I get, my 2006 off, nigga I two of my toes, nigga
It's going down nigga, that's what's up, ya'll is crazy)
That's why you came to the show with, um, butter on your toes, that day
(Nigga, why you gotta bring up? Man, everybody here enjoying)
Nah, son, your shit's --- (crazy, a happy New Year
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...)
your 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?
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 first cousin, though, but on, man
You know how it is, son, I 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 hundred, I want my money)
NINE! EIGHT! SEVEN! SIX! FIVE! FOUR! THREE! TWO! ONE!
I love you my nigga, New Year's!
that, let's get this paper!

[Ghostface
Yo, yo I was at the table thinking
How the hell do I these M.C.'s, sting 'em like bees
My attitude's that of Hannibal, not
Why I would you, fuck, if I drink, then ran with you
Ya'll to war, so called rich niggaz wanna verse the poor
rob you first, then go to your earth, it's not gon' hurt
If you try the cops, it's not gon' work
All you do is lay in the dirt, we dug a hole
And my guns weight more, yo, then Levert
With 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, up the meat
Fried 'em, tried 'em, it out the grease
Ghost came to steal the show, since you your broad
I'ma lay and reveal your hoe
She a brain therapist, chick you can't
up her legs, like "ooh, I smell fish"
Yeast infection, queen, she dick
up tits, she'll bang the whole Knicks
Now how can I salute you, kid, I'm to do you
Crucial, blow rugers at who you
We bump heads while we out in the street, all good
My trigger fingers'll matter, kick the back of your
And your red jeans, is looking like a scene from Baghdad
That's bad, flags red, dirt
Ya'll niggaz is eating, crystal meth'
We pissed out, wrist out, with the threads
Knockin' off, knockin' niggaz out
Fucking up rappers is what I'm
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 liver
Knight Rider, wisdoms love my saliva
Slobbin' 'em down, the mound
Pitchin' 'em eightballs, robbing the
Don't let gangsta, get you murked up
Faggot ass homeys got you worked up
Rappers can't come around, wide rap is dead
Freeze, nigga, off the bread
horizon, hit 'em with toast, a rap arising
Ringing the boys bell 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 a mean shout out to Staten Island
the boy down, ya'll know what it do
Theodore Unit, Big Trife, Wigs,
Yo Supa! know what 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 to crack that safe
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 know what it is, tell E, I what's the deal, man
We gon' get paper, this year, yo Irf, you know how we do
I ain't even gotta say much, TaVon, come holla at your boy
I my jack be off all the time, but yo, that don't mean shit, nigga
Come and holla, nigga, word up, this what it is
Yo, S.G., that's my son doola... ya'll niggaz keep ya'll off him
Youknowhatimean? Yo Ant Acid.. what's the deal, aiyo Tech, yo
Your here, nigga... word up, it's all about paper this year, nigga, word up
I got mad to feed, I got bills nigga, one...
Wu-Tang for life, Cappadonna, Raekwon, up?
"Ghost got the juice, now"