Luyện nghe bài hát One

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

A-yo, we at the weedgate, waiting for
We eight ravioli bags, two thirsty villians yelling bellyaches
Heavyweight rhyme writers, hitting the grass that's the
Pull out this from this white bitch
Talking 'bout, "Dear Ghost, you the only nigga I
Like when the cops come, you never your toast"
Guest starred in mad shit, CBL, Ice metallic
Past tense placed in gold
Dru bitches, specialist lounging at the mosque
Suede kufi wrap, dentist
Rhymes is made of garlic, never in the target when the hit
is you might start to spit
You nice Lord, sweet daddy Grace, wind
On the dancefloor, makeover's free followed by
Duncan Hines monument cakes, we never
Alaskan, sexcapade, push your new court
Trauma, hands is like candy canes, lay my on ice
The branches in my be the vein
issue, darts sent truly from the heart, boo, I miss you
See daddy a wristful
slave God, graveyard spells, fog your goggles
Laying like needles in the
steps to conquer, ask Bernadette, big ass whistle
Ziploc your ear, 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 in the hood, they going crazy
Dead meat placed on the shelves, we eat cuts
Fast from the hog y'all and up

A-yo, crash through, break the glass, Tony the goalie mask
That's the pass, ice Roley laying on the dash
Love the grass, cauliflower hurting I dumped the trash
Sour served in every glass up at the Wally Bash
Sunsplash, autograph blessing with your name
Backdraft, four-pounders with the pearly ash
Children fix the contrast as the clashes
Mrs. Dash, sprinkle with her eyelash
Ask Cappa for backstage passes
Special guest, no more Johnny Blaze, Johnny
Acrobat, run up on that Love Jones
Distract the cat I'm high sugar get a crack at this
down Oprah, jumprope, David Dinkins
Watch the mayor of DC hit the mocha
Tangerine sofa, two soakers in the Rover
Hit the sport's bar, tell a lady to bend over
Meditated yoga, Ball, dancing with the vulture
Castor Troy laying for
Yo, the lingo, five-nine-seventy
God glow, seven four be ebony

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