Luyện nghe bài hát Ghost Is Back

[Intro: Ghostface (Tracy Morgan)]
Listen, man, it's on 2007, g
I wanna wish ya'll muthafuckas a New Year
(New Year, let's it up) How your 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
going down nigga, that's what's up, ya'll niggaz is crazy)
That's why you came to the with, um, peanut butter on your toes, that day
(Nigga, why you gotta bring up? Man, everybody here enjoying)
Nah, son, because your shit's --- (crazy, a New Year
This muthfucka) Nah, boy, yo (no, man...) But shit was looking mad timid
That was the funniest in the book, that day (Find out who...)
That's your toes right there! (Who the said I broke 'em)
Yo, how you put them little baby cast on there? (Just a little 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 tell you something, I ain't 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 niggaz, this ain't 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, get this 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 would you, fuck, if I drink, then ran with you
Ya'll chose to war, so called niggaz wanna verse the poor
rob you first, then go to your 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 weight more, yo, then Gerald Levert
With 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, all out like franks on the grill
With a deal, I'm like a farmer when I'm playing the field
Just painting my seeds, in 20-06, it's time to

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

Killah]
Yo, I cooked up the beef, seasoned up the
Fried 'em, tried 'em, it out the grease
Ghost came to steal the show, since you loving broad
I'ma lay and reveal your hoe
She a brain therapist, chick you kiss
up her legs, like "ooh, I smell fish"
Yeast infection, queen, she love
Shivlered up tits, bang the whole Knicks
Now how can I salute you, kid, I'm to do you
Crucial, rugers at who you with
We heads while 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 scene Baghdad
That's bad, red, dirt beds
Ya'll niggaz is eating, crystal meth'
We out, wrist out, with the best threads
Knockin' off, knockin' niggaz out
Fucking up rappers is what I'm
I'm holding Staten down, ya'll cats must be dead
Keep fronting and lose your

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

Killah]
You can on who's liver
Toney Knight Rider, wisdoms my saliva
'em down, hoggin' the mound
Pitchin' 'em eightballs, robbing the
Don't let gangsta, get you murked up
Faggot ass homeys done got you up
Rappers can't come around, ya'll wide rap is
Freeze, nigga, come off the
Whole horizon, hit 'em toast, a rap arising
the boys bell like Verizon
Eyes, suprised, that the four-five
Yo Ghost, don't do it, I got some more pie

[Outro: Ghostface
up, aiyo I'd like to give a mean shout out to Staten Island
Holding the boy down, ya'll know 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
That's right, yeah, get up in building
You tell L.A. and them niggaz to crack that safe
Word up, we coming, J-Love
Aiyo Den, up, Ice, C-Allah, what 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 ain't even 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... 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 about paper this year, nigga, up
I got mad to feed, I got bills nigga, one...
for life, Cappadonna, Raekwon, what up?
"Ghost got the juice, now"