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 praises due to T.M.F., Clan
Scream on it,

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

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

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

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

A-yo, the Devil planted fear inside the 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