Luyện nghe bài hát Heard It All Before

[Intro: Killah]
Yes, yes, we to thank you
You are the 77th
You you just won a pair 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 right baby, no doubt... right now, his name is
Check this joint out right here, new, word up

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

[Chorus: Killah]
All you is poor...
All of your fushu, I got gats, Ghostface
But your rhymes workin' now, look who's hurtin' now
I had to shut you down, I had to shut you

Killah]
Welcome to Saturday Live, write rhymes
Glide on beats, and we from the police
The bark funny, in fact, when I'm clean
They can smell mark money, and mad bummy
Off the peter, grab shoots, Cerebel
Gats, pull out the mack on cancer, the
I bag down AIDS, to the U.S.
There's no need to panic, yo, we through a phase
Like, namebelts, got the in Alfa Romeo's
Tent the patrol niggas, that we had on a
I play on like stop and go
And tell the other liquors that Don pop
And told Mercury she a hot ho
Me, I'm thinkin' bout what's next for Ghost
The worth billions, delay America
To Africa, away, the six text-tillion
Turn, Siskel and givin' two thumbs
New York Times it my best work, bump to it
You can Rolling every bone, and kill 'em at the Grammy's
Have 'em sit down, with the top five families
Blocka-blocka, boom, now all dead
Now I'm the one gettin' that bread, that's right
And the one rockin' those threads
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 more I
Your rhymes workin' now, look who's hurtin' now
I had to shut you down, I had to you down

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