Luyện nghe bài hát Ghost Is Back

[Intro: Ghostface (Tracy Morgan)]
Listen, man, going 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, ya'll niggaz is
Ya'll know how I get, my 2006 off, 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 everything up? Man, everybody here enjoying)
Nah, son, because your --- (crazy, a happy New Year
This muthfucka) Nah, boy, yo (no, man...) But your shit was looking mad
That was the funniest shit in the book, 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 punk ass man)
How you put in the baby cast like that, though, son?
Come on, son, what 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 first cousin, though, but 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, New Year's, yo (get back 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!

[Ghostface
Yo, yo I was sitting at the table
How the hell do I murder these M.C.'s, 'em like bees
My that of Hannibal, not compatible
Why I would damage you, fuck, if I drink, then ran you
Ya'll chose to war, so called rich niggaz verse the poor
I'll rob you first, go to your 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 weight more, yo, then Gerald Levert
With more blubber than a Studdard, I grease the pan
With rhymes, and can't believe it's not butter
I told ya'll to chill, all out like franks on the grill
With a classic deal, I'm like a farmer when I'm the field
Just my seeds, in 20-06, it's time to build

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

Killah]
Yo, I cooked up the beef, up the meat
Fried 'em, tried 'em, it out the grease
Ghost to steal the show, since you loving your broad
lay back and reveal your hoe
She a brain therapist, chick you can't
Opened up her legs, "ooh, I smell fish"
infection, queen, she love dick
Shivlered up tits, bang the whole Knicks
Now how can I you, kid, I'm planning to do you
Crucial, rugers at who you with
We bump heads while we out in the street, all good
My trigger fingers'll matter, kick the of your feet
And your red monkey jeans, is looking like a scene from
That's bad, flags red, dirt
niggaz is eating, crystal meth' heads
We pissed out, out, with the best threads
Knockin' off, knockin' niggaz out
Fucking up rappers is I'm about
I'm Staten Island down, ya'll cats must be dead
Keep fronting and lose your

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

[Ghostface
You can on who's liver
Toney Rider, wisdoms love my saliva
Slobbin' 'em down, the mound
'em eightballs, robbing the town
Don't let gangsta, get you murked up
Faggot ass homeys done got you 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 boys like Verizon
Eyes, looking suprised, that the
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
Holding the boy down, ya'll what it do
Unit, Big Trife, Wigs, Du-Lilz
Yo Supa! Ya'll what it is, man, yaknowhatimsaying?
My West niggaz... let's see that money come first
right, yeah, get up in that building
You tell L.A. and them niggaz to crack that safe
Word up, we coming, J-Love
Den, what up, Ice, C-Allah, what up, yo Un
You knowhatimean, yo, Buck, ya head.. aiyo Bean
You know it is, tell 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 that much, TaVon, holla at your boy
I my jack be off all the time, but yo, that 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 keep ya'll hands off him
Youknowhatimean? Yo Ant Acid.. the deal, aiyo Tech, yo Plex
Your boys here, nigga... word up, it's all about paper year, nigga, word up
I got mad to feed, I got bills nigga, one...
for life, Cappadonna, Raekwon, what up?
"Ghost got the juice, now"