Luyện nghe bài hát One

Yo, new Ghostface!
To glorious days, it out y'all
We back, yes yes
Masked avengers, here to sharpen your sword
All praises due to T.M.F., Clan
Scream on it,

A-yo, we at the weedgate, waiting for
We want ravioli bags, two thirsty villians yelling bellyaches
Heavyweight rhyme writers, hitting the that's the ripest
Pull out this kite this white bitch
Talking 'bout, "Dear Ghost, you the nigga I know
Like when the cops come, you hide your toast"
Guest starred in mad shit, CBL, Ice Water
Past tense placed in caskets
Dru Hill bitches, specialist lounging at the
Suede kufi wrap, undercover
Rhymes is made of garlic, never in the target the NARCs hit
is you might start to spit
You nice Lord, sweet daddy Grace, lifted
On the dancefloor, makeover's followed by gauze
Duncan Hines monument cakes, we never
Alaskan, sexcapade, push new court dates
Trauma, is like candy canes, lay my balls on ice
The in my weed be the vein
issue, darts sent truly from the heart, boo, I miss you
See daddy rock a
Modern slave God, spells, fog your goggles
Laying needles in the hospital
Five steps to conquer, ask Bernadette, big ass
Ziploc ear, hear thistle

To my bitches take your drawers off
To all my high niggas, her skirt off
Just in case she wanna play, get up in bitch face
And tell her Ghost said, "Take clothes off!"

A-yo, the planted fear inside the black babies
cent sodas in the hood, they going crazy
Dead placed on the shelves, we eat cold cuts
Fast the hog y'all and grow up

A-yo, crash through, break the glass, Tony with the mask
the pass, heavy ice Roley laying on the dash
Love the grass, cauliflower hurting when I dumped the
Sour mash served in every glass up at the Bash
Sunsplash, autograph blessing with name slashed
Backdraft, four-pounders with the pearly ash
Children fix the as the sound clashes
Mrs. Dash, sprinkle with her eyelash
Ask Cappa Pendergrass for passes
Special guest, no more Johnny Blaze, Mathis
Acrobat, run up on that Love actress
Distract the cat while I'm high sugar get a crack at
down Oprah, jumprope, David Dinkins
Watch the black of DC hit the mocha
Tangerine sofa, two super soakers in the
Hit the sport's bar, tell a young to bend over
Meditated yoga, Ball, dancing with the vulture
Castor Troy laying for
Yo, switch the lingo,
God glow, seven four be ebony

A-yo, the planted fear inside the black babies
Fifty cent sodas in the hood, going crazy
meat placed on the shelves, we eat cold cuts
Fast from the hog and grow up