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 your sword
All due to T.M.F., Wu-Tang Clan
Scream on it,

A-yo, we at the weedgate, for Jake
We eight ravioli 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 when the cops come, you hide your toast"
starred in mad shit, CBL, Ice Water metallic
Past tense placed in gold
Dru Hill bitches, specialist at the mosque
Suede wrap, undercover dentist
Rhymes is made of garlic, in the target when the NARCs hit
is you might start to spit
You nice Lord, sweet daddy Grace, lifted
On the dancefloor, makeover's free followed by
Hines monument cakes, we never half-baked
Alaskan, sexcapade, push your new dates
Trauma, hands is candy 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 rock a
Modern slave God, graveyard spells, fog your
like needles in the hospital
Five steps to conquer, ask Bernadette, big ass
Ziploc your ear, hear

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

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

A-yo, crash through, the glass, Tony with the goalie mask
That's the pass, heavy ice Roley laying on the
Love the grass, hurting 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
Children fix the contrast as the sound
Mrs. Dash, sprinkle with her eyelash
Ask Cappa Pendergrass for backstage
Special guest, no more Blaze, Johnny Mathis
Acrobat, run up on that Love Jones
Distract the cat while I'm high sugar get a crack at
Dicking down Oprah, jumprope, Dinkins
the black mayor of DC hit the mocha
Tangerine sofa, two soakers in the Rover
Hit the sport's bar, tell a young lady to bend
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 sodas in the hood, they going
meat placed on the shelves, we eat cold cuts
Fast from the hog and grow up