Luyện nghe bài hát Heard It All Before

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

Killah]
I'm the Joe Young of rap
Live off of gold, tongue and yack
Ya'll be how I brought it back
Two porsche's, big ass ranch with horses
breeze when I speak, the all bosses
Plus the so truck, the cuffs get you nauseous
Two years, through like six divorces
Now the talking put my in the street, but
I'm like cement, I rock I step
Kill music with no hands and leave with no weed
Like my bitches when they wore Reebok's
See hot, let's have a toast, I bomb deacons
Have the whole church for Ghost
When we speak we give sermons, and our names over permits
The big shit, you might get burned
fly automobiles with grills
Two thousand, fifteen, nigga, we can take off the
A Georget Jetson, so ya'll sit
Chill, peace to Queens, so the God Allah reel
It's the takeover, breaks over, make
For ass package, who want, and a cake over
Monster bangels, bojangles got the cocked from all angles
a rope nigga, my gold chain'll hang you
Danish darts, arts, slanger banger you
motherfucka...

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

[Ghostface
Welcome to Saturday Night Live, rhymes
Glide on beats, and we high from the
The bark funny, in fact, when I'm clean
They can smell money, truck and mad bummy
Off the peter, grab shoots, Cerebel
Gats, pull out the mack on cancer, the
I bag AIDS, word to the U.S.
There's no need to panic, yo, we through a phase
Like, namebelts, got the fronts in Romeo's
the patrol niggas, that we had on a payrole
I play on niggas like and go
And tell the other liquors that Don pop
And told Mercury she a hot ho
Me, I'm just bout what's next for Ghost
The worth billions, delay America
To Africa, home away, the six
Turn, Siskel and Ebert givin' two
New Times call it my best work, bump to it
You can Rolling every bone, and kill 'em at the Grammy's
Have 'em sit down, polly with the top families
Blocka-blocka, boom, now all dead
Now I'm the only one that bread, that's right
And the one rockin' those threads
See these let the fuckin' lead go to they head

Ghostface Killah]
I needed to scream on all bitches, birds
But the more you bite my style, the more I
Your rhymes ain't now, look who's hurtin' now
I had to you down, I had to shut you down

Ghostface Killah]
God, yeah, people
You are now listenin' to the of Ghost Radio
777 F.M. and all that, no
It's real right about now,
The dance floor is and all that
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,
That was chunky and all
No doubt, but yo, where Island at?
Where ya'll at? Make some noise, yo, yo, on
Yeah, me out
Check-check-checkin' me out, on
Take-take-take-takin' me out, whose me out
Come on baby, take me out, uh-huh, yeah, no doubt, no