Luyện nghe bài hát One

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

A-yo, we at the weedgate, waiting for
We eight ravioli bags, two thirsty villians yelling bellyaches
rhyme writers, hitting the grass that's the ripest
Pull out kite from this white bitch
Talking 'bout, "Dear Ghost, you the only I know
Like when the cops come, you never hide toast"
Guest in mad shit, CBL, Ice Water metallic
tense placed in gold caskets
Dru Hill bitches, lounging at the mosque
kufi wrap, undercover dentist
Rhymes is made of garlic, in the target when the NARCs hit
Rumor is you might to spit
You nice Lord, daddy Grace, wind lifted
On the dancefloor, makeover's followed by gauze
Hines monument cakes, we never half-baked
Alaskan, sexcapade, push your new dates
Trauma, is like 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 daddy a wristful
Modern God, graveyard spells, fog your goggles
like needles in the hospital
Five to conquer, ask Bernadette, big ass whistle
Ziploc your ear, hear

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

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

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

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