Luyện nghe bài hát Kilo (Remix)

[Intro: Ghostface
Yo, Oh, Yo Rae... I can't feel my
My heart pounding and (audible heart)
Paranoid as a right now, who the fuck?
the blinds and shit! Who that? Captain Kirk?
The Stark...enterprise, I was on and some shit?
..I need some though I'm ready for a Catwoman or something
f-fuck it, go!
Aiyyo Shareefa go to the store for me. I need razors and a fresh box
of baggies, the ones the tint in them!
Aiyyo son turn water down a little bit, just a little bit..Thank You
I need two waters, a dutch, and a Snapple)

[Chorus: (Ghostface Killah)]
All around the world today, the is the measure
(Whoever got the got the candy, man)
A kilo is a thousand grams, its easy to
(You never the kid going hand to hand)
All around the world today, the Kilo is the
(Once you got the you got the panties, man)
A Kilo is a grams, its easy to remember
(Throughout the I 9 to 5 I'm the Handyman)

[Ghostface
Racing the hood, ski mask off
hustle, when goons play the heat, blast off
And every direction, ya babies, your moms
Late night like Carson Daly, Bailey, we stay armed
Grits box, tight, concealing the powder
Five fake cans of blow to throw off wit the flower
Red dots on me, big scopes, bullets the size of
Got coming out of his coat
I to jet, don't look back, my cardio's killing me
Old ladies is 'Hold ya head, Tone, literally'
All this, for a grams?
I'd rather be a con scheaming with a thousand scams

Aiyyo peace to cooking that raw, powder white
Get your sniff on, niggaz, we getting right
some call it bricks, some it birds
how many niggaz get lives tooken playing with shit, then catch a curb
You go to jail
get caught with this, niggaz'll to fail
Stop playing, pot slaying, baking and scales
They lived like brothers, word life, discovered
most niggaz get hard, from fucking with pipes and hustlers
Kilos is one thousand
You know your ammo be heavy 'cause soon kids is coming in camo
Protect land daddy, I'm an announcer
you get caught an ounce and its over
matter 'fact they you down, son

[Ghostface
Bricks, Tar caps, powder, cooked up
Phones is tapped over stacks
put in bullpens, old connects get paro'
Break out of when the Jakes take down the Pharaoh
Reason, He was moving peruvian white
blowing coolies hoopties , slamming cuties and ice
big pots over hot stoves
Mayonnaise jars of with rocks in them got my whole projects out of order
A Kilo is a grams
Beige, gold, brown, dirty, fluffy, tan, extract oil cut from plants
The chemist is brolic, pyrex
Professors at war over raw, killing partners for a dollars

[Ghostface
Some say a dealers destiny is reachin the ki'
I'd be the man behind the door, supplying the streets
A hundred go out, looking like textbooks
when they and stuffed
four later straight cash, two million bucks
powder, no cut
your coke is in, whats up?
Y'all beefin little shit, we sniff, the balance split up
In a or a penthouse, office or a warehouse
Tony's got it nice, we never of any big droughts
A Kilo is a grams
A of sand is equivilant, to the eye
It's nice to a thousand fans
Coke buyers, some be
therefore, you check for
dedicated dealers, during holidays we give 'em

Ghostface Killah]
Red tops, blue tops, tops, yellow tops
Purple tops, beige tops, white tops, tops
Black tops, tops, gold tops, pink tops
Silver tops, tan tops, tops, orange tops
tops, long tops, short tops, 12 12's
58 58's, bags, ziplocks
Big rocks, coke spots, big glocks, one
Crumbs chopped, hot pots, one plate, crack

Thirteen getting it, pyrex it
UPS, pack it up, shipping it
Whether or sniffing it, I got your fix
The story's like apocalypse
It was me Michael T.T., out freebies
Taking over blocks, telling to be fee
Where big brother leave the body in the street
Something like how I be bodying the beat
We was 300 like the Persian soldiers
Word spread fast, we was serving
Ten crack commandments, Moses
If you don't fit must equip toners
grip they holders, fingers to the snitchers
The New York be taking all our bitches
But we be God damned if all our business
tape, hard tops, C.S.I. forensics