Luyện nghe bài hát Heard It All Before

[Intro: Killah]
Yes, yes, we to thank you
You are the caller
You know you just won a pair of Theodore and all that
How do you about that? (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, tongue and
Ya'll be how I brought it back
Two porsche's, big ass ranch with twelve
Scarface breeze when I speak, the all
Plus the jewelry so truck, the cuffs get you
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 with no and leave with no weed stuff
Like my better when they wore Reebok's
See hot, let's a toast, I verbally bomb deacons
Have the whole church praying for
When we speak we sermons, and switch our names over permits
The big shit, you might get with
God-body fly with grills
Two thousand, fifteen, nigga, we can take off the
A Georget Jetson, so ya'll sit
Chill, to Queens, so the God Allah reel's reel
It's the takeover, over, make something
For funny ass package, who want, and a over
Monster bangels, bojangles got the cocked from all angles
Fuck a rope nigga, my gold chain'll you
Danish darts, arts, slanger banger you
motherfucka...

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

[Ghostface
to Saturday Night Live, write rhymes
Glide on beats, and we from the police
The dogs bark funny, in fact, I'm clean
They can smell money, truck 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 need to panic, yo, we through a phase
Like, namebelts, got the in Alfa Romeo's
the patrol niggas, that we had on a payrole
I play on like stop and go
And tell the other that Don pop more
And told Mercury she a hot ho
Me, I'm just thinkin' bout next for Ghost
The Enterprise worth billions, America
To Africa, away, the six text-tillion
Turn, Siskel and givin' two thumbs
New Times call it my best work, bump 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 only one gettin' that bread, that's
And the only one those threads
See these cowards let the fuckin' go to they head

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

Ghostface Killah]
God, yeah, party
You are now to the sounds of Ghost Radio
777 F.M. and all that, no
real right about now, yeah
The dance floor is packed and all
lookin' glory, I see asses
I see glasses in the air, yo, put your in the air
one, let me hear you see Theodore, "Theodore"
Theodore, "Theodore", yeah,
That was and all that
No doubt, but yo, where Island at?
Where ya'll at? Make 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
on baby, take me out, uh-huh, yeah, no doubt, no doubt