Luyện nghe bài hát Return of Theodore Unit

[Intro: (Trife Da God) Killah]
(Uh what you got here, is approach)
Your approach gotta more on 'em
KnowImean? Just to make it sound (uh)
Yeah.. yo.. (it's the niggas on this shit, go in)

[Ghostface
Left the buildin on up, heavy
Niggaz couldn't take the chain, it's too
Word to mother, I was swingin that Shaolin machete
Now when I come through it's "What up Ghost?", my folks confetti
My gear is the world premiere, ox yeah, now I'm down Heather Locklear
glock in the glove box, Benz drop yeah
Hit the in Long Island, they got hens out there
I'm not a sex symbol, or activist
I bubble like acid in a glass of Cris'
My pen's is Illmatic, plush robes drag across the
Gun hand is sore from the raw
And the jet land smoked up just look right under ya
The aircraft carry half of Colombia
Yeah, separate the
Stay beatin niggaz brains out with the God broke belt
Jewels, pay to my larynx
My bird blew niggaz like a clarinet
My hoes, they so happy I married yet
And I still walk down the aisle a plastic Tec
Haha..

Trife Da God]
Uh, that's what I'm talking nigga
That's some real words right
So you know, we just gon' keep this rolling
Theodore, they how we do it
Straight up and down,
One fourth of the squad,
Uh, hit 'em

[Shawn
Yo son I bitches, make 'em say "Yes, Wiggatry"
out ya room like I'm cookin up hickory
Dickory dock, my tucked by the scrotum
It's Theodore, our all in, you can't hold 'em
Cuz the Pips be stinky like LePew
And my so sick, son, they call it the flu
Influenza, top
Had ya girl head-noddin leavin marks on my Swollen
I remember them days when the Stat was my
Now we hop state to state, in and out of zones
Had to put down the heat, up the microphone
payin off the jewelers and flossin in stones
Chunky and I ain't talkin noodle soup
Got a V for Vendetta this year and to recoup
That two point five million'll slice a
Next year we want the whole pie we makin a killin

Trife Da God]
Uh, that's right
'06, bout to take us '07
The years is ours, from on out
Theodore, straight up and
Word up, next
You know, acknowledge the
My man J-Love

Aiyo, I come through a Chicago Bears linebacker
Call me Brian Urlacher, straight up you
Then I backslap you, yeah, ya niggas get
Son, I've never been a punk faggot ass
Get snatched in all letters, Puerto bitch fetish
me the streets, or the mixtape terrorist
I get respected, a Pride Fighter champion
Out in Japan, I was to smash one
It's real, son, I hold down my
and Life scared Madison Square Garden
Is the destination hip hop preservation?
Unit on an ill ass invasion
Kid Crooklyn style, production
The greatest men walking, all them their assumptions
Yo, call me the king, the presence of
Often imitated, but you duplicate this

[Interlude: Da God]
Haha, no, next up, the man who needs no
Muthafuckin' New York's Backbone, it home

Da God]
Aiyo, I like a bat out of hell, something swell
With the money green Balley's and the chunky
I'm an like Dora, nigga, check out my aura
On the block, I assist quarters, but I'm really a
your order, place your bets, I'll erase your set
Puncture lung and inflate your chest
I keep killas on mountain tops, plotting on housing
While I'm in the spot, bagging up rocks, I'm knots
I got the eye of an eagle, ride for my
These bars of life dope, and I supply you that
I'm a needle in the haystack, laid in Maybach
Slay phat, cuz he gats, try to escape that
Gray for, all my Compton killas
Casket fillers, armed gorillas, who for skrilla
Staten Island's wanted, the backbone of the city
The rapper killings, niggas get slapped silly, you me?