Luyện nghe bài hát Ghost Is Back

[Intro: Killah (Tracy Morgan)]
Listen, man, it's on 2007, g
I wanna wish ya'll a happy New Year
(New Year, let's give it up) How your 2006 was
(Go and get up, get up, niggaz is crazy
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 your toes, day
(Nigga, why you gotta everything up? Man, everybody here enjoying)
Nah, son, because your shit's --- (crazy, a New Year
This muthfucka) Nah, boy, yo (no, man...) But your was looking mad timid
That was the shit 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 on there? (Just a little punk ass nigga man)
How you put them in the cast like that, though, son?
Come on, son, 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 first cousin, though, but on, man
You know how it is, son, I ain't seen you in though
(You know how I get down) How you had peanut butter on your though, son?
('cause the nigga 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 gold is 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 at the table thinking
How the hell do I murder these M.C.'s, sting 'em like
My attitude's of Hannibal, not compatible
Why I would you, fuck, if I drink, then ran with you
Ya'll chose to war, so called rich 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 gon'
All you do is lay in the dirt, we dug a hole
And my guns weight more, yo, then Levert
With more blubber than a Studdard, I grease the pan
rhymes, and ya'll 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 the field
Just my seeds, in 20-06, it's time to build

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

[Ghostface
Yo, I cooked up the beef, seasoned up the
Fried 'em, tried 'em, took it out the
came to steal the show, since you loving your broad
I'ma lay back and reveal hoe
She a brain therapist, chick you can't
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, blow rugers at who you
We bump heads we out in the street, it's all good
My trigger fingers'll matter, the back of your feet
And your red monkey jeans, is like a scene from Baghdad
That's bad, flags red, beds
niggaz is eating, crystal meth' heads
We out, wrist out, with the best threads
Knockin' niggaz off, niggaz out
Fucking up rappers is what I'm
I'm Staten Island down, ya'll cats must be dead
Keep and lose your head

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

Killah]
You can on who's liver
Toney Rider, wisdoms love my saliva
Slobbin' 'em down, hoggin' the
Pitchin' 'em eightballs, the town
let your gangsta, get you murked up
Faggot ass homeys got you worked 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 bell like
Eyes, looking suprised, that the
Yo Ghost, don't even do it, I got some pie

[Outro: Killah]
Word up, I'd like to give a mean shout out to Staten Island
Holding the boy down, ya'll know it do
Theodore Unit, Big Trife, Wigs,
Yo Supa! Ya'll what it is, man, yaknowhatimsaying?
My West Brighton niggaz... let's see that money first
That's right, yeah, get up in that
You tell L.A. Reid and niggaz 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 said 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, come holla at boy
I know my 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 hands off him
Youknowhatimean? Yo Ant Acid.. what's the deal, Tech, yo Plex
Your boys here, nigga... word up, it's all paper this year, nigga, word up
I got mad babies to feed, I got nigga, one...
Wu-Tang for life, Cappadonna, Raekwon, up?
"Ghost got the juice, now"