Luyện nghe bài hát Ghost Is Back

[Intro: Ghostface (Tracy Morgan)]
Listen, man, going on 2007, g
I wanna wish muthafuckas a happy New Year
(New Year, give it up) How your 2006 was son?
(Go and get up, get up, ya'll is crazy
know how I get, my 2006 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 butter on your toes, day
(Nigga, why you gotta bring everything up? Man, everybody enjoying)
Nah, son, your shit's --- (crazy, a happy New Year
This muthfucka) Nah, boy, yo (no, man...) But your shit was looking mad
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 cast on (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 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 seen you in years though
(You how I get down) How you had peanut butter on your toes though, son?
('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!

Killah]
Yo, yo I was sitting at the thinking
How the do I murder these M.C.'s, sting 'em like bees
My attitude's 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, then go to earth, it's not gon' hurt
If you try calling the cops, it's not work
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 ya'll can't believe it's not
I told ya'll to chill, stretch all out franks on the grill
With a classic deal, I'm like a farmer I'm playing the field
Just painting my seeds, in 20-06, it's time to

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

[Ghostface
Yo, I up the beef, seasoned up the meat
'em, tried 'em, took it out the grease
Ghost came to steal the show, since you loving your
I'ma lay back and reveal hoe
She a brain therapist, you can't kiss
Opened up her legs, "ooh, I smell fish"
Yeast infection, queen, she love
Shivlered up tits, she'll bang the whole
Now how can I you, kid, I'm planning to do you
Crucial, rugers at who you with
We heads while we out in the street, it's all good
My fingers'll matter, kick the back of your feet
And your red jeans, is looking like a scene from Baghdad
bad, flags red, dirt beds
Ya'll is eating, crystal meth' heads
We pissed out, wrist out, with the threads
niggaz 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 on who's liver
Knight Rider, wisdoms love my saliva
Slobbin' 'em down, hoggin' the
'em eightballs, robbing the town
Don't let your gangsta, get you up
Faggot ass done got you worked up
Rappers can't come around, wide rap is dead
Freeze, nigga, off the bread
Whole horizon, hit 'em toast, a rap arising
Ringing the boys bell Verizon
Eyes, looking suprised, the four-five
Yo Ghost, don't even do it, I got more pie

[Outro: Ghostface
Word up, aiyo I'd like to give a mean shout out to Island
Holding the boy down, ya'll know it do
Unit, Big Trife, Wigs, Du-Lilz
Yo Supa! Ya'll know what it is, man,
My West Brighton niggaz... let's see that money come
That's right, yeah, get up in building
You tell L.A. Reid and niggaz to crack that safe
Word up, 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, E, I said what's the deal, man
We get this paper, this year, yo Irf, you know how we do
I even gotta say that much, TaVon, come holla at your boy
I know my jack be off all the time, but yo, that mean shit, nigga
through and holla, nigga, word up, this what it is
Yo, S.G., that's my son doola... niggaz keep ya'll hands off him
Youknowhatimean? Yo Ant Acid.. what's the deal, aiyo Tech, yo
Your boys here, nigga... word up, it's all about paper year, nigga, word up
I got mad babies to feed, I got nigga, one...
for life, Cappadonna, Raekwon, what up?
"Ghost got the juice, now"