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., Wu-Tang
on it, Ghost

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

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

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

A-yo, crash through, break the glass, with the goalie mask
That's the pass, heavy ice laying on the dash
the grass, cauliflower hurting when I dumped the trash
Sour served in every 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 sound
Mrs. Dash, with her icicle eyelash
Ask Pendergrass for backstage passes
Special guest, no more Blaze, Johnny Mathis
Acrobat, run up on that Love Jones
Distract the cat while I'm sugar get a crack at this
Dicking Oprah, jumprope, David Dinkins
Watch the mayor of DC hit the mocha
Tangerine sofa, two super soakers in the
Hit the sport's bar, tell a young lady to over
Meditated yoga, Paddle Ball, with the vulture
Troy laying for Travolta
Yo, switch the lingo,
God glow, seven fifteen be ebony

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