Luyện nghe bài hát Ghostwriter *

* This version has the names censored, no version exists

"Mad Skillz" "On the real"
"I'll probably make more off your album than you" (Repeat 3x)

"I'm want to tell you once, and once"

First of all, I ain't even want to make shit
There's a lot of rap out here faking the shit
I'm a ghostwriter, I'm the cat you don't see
I write hits for rappers you and charge 'em a fee
Yo don't get me wrong dog, it's the cheddar that
But fuck that nigga ______ cause his check bounced
You thought ______ your was hot?
I wrote shit five minutes in a parking lot
I'm the one that your man had to go and get
Cause he smoked too much lye, couldn't write his own
Now ______ A&R, he on my answering sick
in my phone, "Skillz, can you write to this?"
Sure, for stacks, nigga, I make your act
But fuck ______ and his whole label cause I never get my plaque, nigga
Jadakiss told cats and that's that
Y'all have a or get your ass capped

"Mad Skillz" "Ghost writer, and for the right
I can even yo shit tigher" --> Jay Z (Repeat 3x)
"When my pen hits the paper, shit!" --> Kane

Now that fool ______ flow, but his crew is sick
he got long dough, so wait til you hear his new shit
I did two for ______ til they dough got straight
And even ______ from the West owe me some pape
Remember the little kids, the one that was in ______
I'm the reason you they lil raps was so cute
I had a hundred on the Billboard list
Ask again dog, how I got your on my wrist
I did NBA cats and NFL
But I stopped in '97 cause they don't sell
Now ______ paid up she was owing me stacks
Who in the hell you think had that chicken flowing like
I hate writing for ______ cause he too long
Crying about the price, I hit him with two songs!
Ran up in ______'s office and wrecked his
Cause it's been two years and dog ain't paid the second

"Mad Skillz" "Ghost writer, and for the price
I can even yo shit tigher" --> Jay Z (Repeat 3x)
"When my pen hits the paper, shit!" --> Kane

So if you signed, trust me dog, you can't touch it
Don't ask your label for Skillz, that ain't in your budget
Y'all parlay for chips, I mingle for mills
I turn your whole album into a deal
I stopped writing for cause that fool don't get it
Looking sessions and he punching every five minutes
Where my ones, nigga? What the fuck I like?
And his man ______ got mad cause he couldn't get the right
I spit and we don't see eye to eye
So I feel like Lee took his up in BMI
I'm the one that ______ his brand new sound
I did his two albums without even writing 'em down
And for ______ from the South, dog you
Stop bouncing on stage nigga you wrote that hook
You favorite songs? I put the flames in it
Y'all keep fucking around, I'm a put this out with your names in it

"Mad Skillz" "Ghost writer, and for the right
I can even yo shit tigher" --> Jay Z (Repeat 3x)
"When my pen the paper, awwww shit!" --> Kane