Luyện nghe bài hát One

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

A-yo, we at the weedgate, for Jake
We want eight bags, two thirsty villians yelling bellyaches
rhyme writers, hitting the grass that's the ripest
Pull out this kite from this 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 Water
Past tense placed in caskets
Dru Hill bitches, specialist at the mosque
Suede kufi wrap, undercover
is made of garlic, never in the target when the NARCs hit
Rumor is you might to spit
You nice Lord, sweet daddy Grace, wind
On the dancefloor, makeover's free by gauze
Duncan monument cakes, we never half-baked
Alaskan, sexcapade, your new court dates
Trauma, hands is like canes, lay my balls on ice
The branches in my weed be the
Swimsuit issue, darts sent from the heart, boo, I miss you
See daddy a wristful
slave God, graveyard spells, fog your goggles
Laying like needles in the
Five steps to conquer, ask Bernadette, big ass
Ziploc your ear, hear

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

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

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

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