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 pair of drawers and all that
How do you about that? (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 out right here, it's new, word up

[Ghostface
I'm the Mighty Joe of rap
Live off of mighty gold, and yack
be amazed how I brought it back
Two porsche's, big ass ranch twelve horses
breeze when I speak, the all bosses
Plus the jewelry so truck, the get you nauseous
Two years, been through like six
Now the talking put my in the street, but
I'm like cement, I when I step
Kill with no hands and leave with no weed stuff
Like my bitches when they wore Reebok's
See hot, let's have a toast, I bomb deacons
Have the whole praying for Ghost
When we speak we sermons, and switch our names over permits
The big shit, you get burned 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
It's the takeover, breaks over, make
For funny ass package, who want, and a over
Monster bangels, bojangles got the forty cocked from all
Fuck a nigga, my gold chain'll hang you
Danish darts, language arts, banger you
motherfucka...

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

Killah]
Welcome to Saturday Night Live, rhymes
Glide on beats, and we high the police
The dogs bark funny, in fact, when I'm
They can smell 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, we had on a payrole
I play on like stop and go
And tell the liquors that Don pop more
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, and Ebert givin' two thumbs
New York Times call it my work, bump to it
You can Rolling Stone every bone, and kill 'em at the
'em sit down, polly with the top five families
Blocka-blocka, boom, now they all
Now I'm the only one gettin' that bread, right
And the only one rockin' threads
See cowards let the fuckin' lead go to they head

[Hook: Ghostface
I needed to scream on all ya'll bitches,
But the more you bite my style, the I learn
Your rhymes workin' now, look who's hurtin' now
I had to you down, I had to shut you down

[Outro: Ghostface
God, yeah, people
You are now to the sounds of Ghost Radio
777 F.M. and all that, no
It's real about now, yeah
The floor is packed and all that
Everything lookin' glory, I see
I see glasses in the air, yo, put hands in the air
one, let me hear 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
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