Luyện nghe bài hát Ghost Is Back

[Intro: Killah (Tracy Morgan)]
Listen, man, it's on 2007, g
I wanna wish muthafuckas a happy New Year
(New Year, let's it up) How your 2006 was son?
(Go and get up, get up, ya'll niggaz is
Ya'll know how I get, my 2006 off, nigga I broke two of my toes,
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 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 mad timid
That was the funniest in the book, that day (Find out who...)
That's toes right 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 baby cast like that, though,
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 cousin, though, but come on, man
You know how it is, son, I seen you in years though
(You know how I get down) How you had peanut butter on toes though, son?
('cause the nigga asked for it, man, shit I fucked a up, man)
Yo, New Year's, yo (get back to me, muthafucka)
Yo, New Year's son (fuck ya'll niggaz, this ain't no
Yo, Ghostface, my gold is hundred, I want my money)
NINE! EIGHT! SEVEN! SIX! FIVE! FOUR! THREE! TWO! ONE!
I you my nigga, Happy New Year's!
Fuck that, get this 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, ran with you
Ya'll chose to war, so called rich niggaz wanna verse the
I'll rob you first, then go to your earth, it's not gon'
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 weight more, yo, then Levert
With more blubber than a Ruben Studdard, I the pan
With rhymes, and can't believe it's not butter
I told ya'll to chill, stretch all out 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 to build

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

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

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

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

Ghostface Killah]
Word up, aiyo I'd to give a mean shout out to Staten Island
Holding the boy down, know what it do
Unit, Big Trife, Wigs, Du-Lilz
Yo Supa! Ya'll know it is, man, yaknowhatimsaying?
My West Brighton niggaz... let's see that money 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.. Bean
You know what it is, tell E, I what's the deal, man
We gon' get paper, this 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 through and holla, nigga, word up, what it is
Yo, S.G., that's my son doola... ya'll keep ya'll 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"