Luyện nghe bài hát One

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

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

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

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

A-yo, crash through, the glass, Tony with the goalie mask
That's the pass, ice Roley laying on the dash
Love the grass, cauliflower hurting when I the trash
Sour mash served in every up at the Wally Bash
Sunsplash, blessing with your name slashed
Backdraft, four-pounders screaming the pearly ash
Children fix the contrast as the sound
Mrs. Dash, with her icicle eyelash
Ask Cappa Pendergrass for passes
Special guest, no Johnny Blaze, Johnny Mathis
Acrobat, run up on that Jones actress
Distract the cat while I'm sugar get a crack at this
down Oprah, jumprope, David Dinkins
Watch the mayor of DC hit the mocha
Tangerine sofa, two super soakers in the
Hit the sport's bar, tell a young lady to bend
yoga, Paddle Ball, dancing with the vulture
Castor laying for Travolta
Yo, the lingo, five-nine-seventy
God glow, fifteen four be ebony

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