Luyện nghe bài hát Heard It All Before

[Intro: Ghostface
Yes, yes, we to thank you
You are the caller
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, that's baby, no doubt... right now, his name is Ghostface
Check this joint out right here, it's new, up

Killah]
I'm the Joe Young of rap
Live off of gold, tongue and yack
Ya'll be amazed how I it back
Two porsche's, big ass ranch with horses
Scarface breeze when I speak, the all
the jewelry so truck, the cuffs get you nauseous
Two years, been like six divorces
Now the put my business in the street, but
I'm cement, I rock when I step
Kill music with no hands and with no weed stuff
Like my bitches better when they wore
See hot, let's have a toast, I verbally deacons
the whole church praying for Ghost
When we speak we give sermons, and our names over permits
The big shit, you might get with
God-body fly automobiles grills
Two thousand, fifteen, nigga, we can take off the
A Georget Jetson, so ya'll sit
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 nigga, my gold chain'll hang you
Danish darts, arts, slanger banger you
motherfucka...

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

[Ghostface
Welcome to Saturday Live, write rhymes
Glide on beats, and we high the police
The bark funny, in fact, when I'm clean
They can smell mark money, and mad bummy
Off the peter, shoots, Cerebel Paisley
Gats, out the mack on cancer, the oo-wop
I bag down AIDS, to the U.S.
There's no to panic, yo, we been through a phase
Like, namebelts, got the fronts in Romeo's
Tent the patrol niggas, we had on a payrole
I play on niggas like and go
And the other liquors that Don pop more
And told Mercury she a hot ho
Me, I'm just thinkin' bout what's next for
The Enterprise worth billions, America
To Africa, away, the six text-tillion
Turn, Siskel and givin' two thumbs
New York Times call it my work, bump to it
You can Rolling Stone bone, and kill 'em at the Grammy's
Have 'em sit down, polly with the top families
Blocka-blocka, boom, now they all
Now I'm the only one gettin' bread, that's right
And the only one rockin' those
See these cowards let the fuckin' lead go to head

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

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