Luyện nghe bài hát Ghostwriter *

* This version has the names censored, no other exists

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

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

First of all, I ain't even want to this shit
a lot of rap cats out here faking the shit
I'm a ghostwriter, I'm the cat you don't see
I write hits for rappers you like and 'em a fee
Yo don't get me wrong dog, it's the cheddar that
But fuck that nigga cause his fucking check bounced
You thought your single was hot?
I that shit five minutes in a parking lot
I'm the one that man ______ had to go and get
Cause he smoked too much lye, write his own shit
Now ______ A&R, he on my answering sick
Hollaring in my phone, "Skillz, can you to this?"
Sure, for stacks, nigga, I make your act
But fuck ______ and his whole label cause I ain't get my plaque, nigga
told y'all cats and that's that
Y'all have a or get your ass capped

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

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

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

So if you signed, trust me dog, you can't touch it
Don't ask your label for Skillz, cause that ain't in your
Y'all parlay for chips, I mingle for mills
I turn your whole album into a single
I stopped writing for cause that fool don't get it
Looking long sessions and he every five minutes
Where my ones, nigga? the fuck I look like?
And his man ______ got mad cause he couldn't get the hook
I spit ______ and we see eye to eye
So I feel like Lee his Rollie up in BMI
I'm the one gave ______ his brand new sound
I did his two albums without even writing 'em down
And for ______ the South, dog you shook
Stop bouncing on stage nigga like you wrote hook
You rappers' 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 make yo tigher" --> Jay Z (Repeat 3x)
"When my pen the paper, awwww shit!" --> Kane