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 happy New
(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
It's going down nigga, that's what's up, ya'll is crazy)
That's why you came to the show with, um, peanut butter on toes, that day
(Nigga, why you gotta bring everything up? Man, everybody enjoying)
Nah, son, because your shit's --- (crazy, a 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 right there! (Who the fuck said I 'em)
Yo, how you put them little baby cast on there? (Just a little ass nigga man)
How you put them in the cast like that, though, son?
Come on, son, that's I was, that 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 know how it is, son, I ain't seen you in years
(You know how I get down) How you had peanut butter on your though, son?
('cause the nigga asked for it, man, shit I 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!

[Ghostface
Yo, yo I was sitting at the table
How the hell do I murder these M.C.'s, sting 'em like
My that of Hannibal, not compatible
Why I damage you, fuck, if I drink, then ran with you
Ya'll chose to war, so called rich niggaz wanna the poor
I'll rob you first, then go to your earth, it's not hurt
If you try calling the cops, it's not gon'
All you do is lay in the dirt, we dug a hole
And my guns more, yo, then Gerald Levert
more blubber than a Ruben Studdard, I grease the pan
With rhymes, and can't believe it's not butter
I told ya'll to chill, stretch all out like franks on the
With a classic deal, I'm like a farmer when I'm playing the
painting my seeds, in 20-06, it's time to build

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

Killah]
Yo, I cooked up the beef, up the meat
'em, tried 'em, took it out the grease
Ghost came to the show, since you loving your broad
lay back and reveal your hoe
She a brain therapist, chick you can't
up her legs, like "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, blow at who you with
We bump heads while we out in the street, it's all
My trigger fingers'll matter, kick the back of feet
And your red monkey jeans, is like a scene from Baghdad
That's bad, flags red, dirt
Ya'll niggaz is eating, meth' heads
We pissed out, out, with the best threads
niggaz off, knockin' niggaz out
Fucking up rappers is what I'm
I'm Staten Island down, ya'll cats must be dead
Keep fronting and your head

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

[Ghostface
You can on who's liver
Toney Knight Rider, wisdoms my saliva
'em down, hoggin' the mound
Pitchin' 'em eightballs, robbing the
let your gangsta, get you murked up
Faggot ass done got you worked up
can't come around, ya'll wide rap is dead
Freeze, nigga, off the bread
Whole horizon, hit 'em with toast, a rap
Ringing the boys like Verizon
Eyes, suprised, that 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 what it is, man, yaknowhatimsaying?
My West Brighton niggaz... let's see money come first
right, yeah, get up in that building
You tell L.A. Reid and them to crack that safe
up, cause we coming, J-Love
Aiyo Den, 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 get this paper, this year, yo Irf, you know how we do
I ain't even gotta say that much, TaVon, 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, this it is
Yo, S.G., my son doola... ya'll 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...
Wu-Tang for life, Cappadonna, Raekwon, up?
"Ghost got the juice, now"