Luyện nghe bài hát Heard It All Before

[Intro: Ghostface
Yes, yes, we to thank you
You are the 77th
You know you just won a of Theodore drawers and all that
How do you feel about (Oh my God, that is good daddy I love ya'll)
Yeah, right baby, no doubt... right now, his name is Ghostface
this joint out right here, it's new, word up

[Ghostface
I'm the Mighty Joe of rap
Live off of mighty gold, and yack
Ya'll be amazed how I it back
Two porsche's, big ass ranch with horses
breeze when I speak, the all bosses
Plus the jewelry so truck, the get you nauseous
Two years, been like six divorces
Now the talking put my in the street, but
I'm like cement, I when I step
Kill music no hands and leave with no weed stuff
Like my bitches when they wore Reebok's
See hot, let's have a toast, I verbally deacons
Have the whole church praying for
When we speak we give sermons, and our names over permits
The big shit, you get burned with
God-body fly with grills
Two thousand, fifteen, nigga, we can off the wheel
A Georget Jetson, so sit still
Chill, peace to Queens, so the God reel's reel
It's the takeover, over, make something
For funny ass package, who want, and a cake
Monster bangels, bojangles got the cocked from all angles
Fuck a rope nigga, my gold hang you
darts, language arts, slanger banger you
motherfucka...

[Chorus: Ghostface
All you is poor...
All of your fushu, I got gats, Ghostface
But your rhymes ain't workin' now, look hurtin' now
I had to shut you down, I had to shut you

[Ghostface
Welcome to Saturday Live, write rhymes
Glide on beats, and we high from the
The dogs bark funny, in fact, I'm clean
can smell mark money, truck and mad bummy
Off the peter, grab shoots, Paisley
Gats, pull out the on cancer, the oo-wop
I bag AIDS, word to the U.S.
There's no need to panic, yo, we been through a
Like, namebelts, got the in Alfa Romeo's
Tent the patrol niggas, that we had on a
I on niggas like stop and go
And tell the liquors that Don pop more
And Venus Mercury she a hot ho
Me, I'm just thinkin' bout what's for Ghost
The Enterprise worth billions, delay
To Africa, away, the six text-tillion
Turn, Siskel and Ebert givin' two
New York Times call it my best work, to it
You can Rolling Stone bone, and kill 'em at the Grammy's
Have 'em sit down, polly with the top five
Blocka-blocka, boom, now all dead
Now I'm the one gettin' that bread, that's right
And the only one rockin' those
See these cowards let the lead go to they head

[Hook: Ghostface
I needed to scream on all ya'll bitches,
But the you bite my style, the more I learn
Your rhymes ain't workin' now, who's hurtin' now
I had to you down, I had to shut you down

[Outro: Killah]
God, yeah, party
You are now listenin' to the of Ghost Radio
777 F.M. and all that, no
It's real about now, yeah
The dance floor is packed and all
Everything glory, I see asses
I see glasses in the air, yo, put hands in the air
one, let me hear you see Theodore, "Theodore"
Theodore, "Theodore", yeah,
was chunky and all that
No doubt, but yo, where Staten at?
Where ya'll at? Make some noise, yo, yo, on
Yeah, me out
me out, come on
Take-take-take-takin' me out, take-take-takin' me out
Come on baby, take me out, uh-huh, yeah, no doubt, no