Luyện nghe bài hát One

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

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

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

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

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

A-yo, the Devil planted fear inside the black
Fifty sodas in the hood, they going crazy
Dead meat on the shelves, we eat cold cuts
Fast from the hog y'all and up