Luyện nghe bài hát Return of Theodore Unit

[Intro: (Trife Da God) Ghostface
(Uh you got here, is your approach)
approach gotta more guerilla on 'em
KnowImean? Just to make it official (uh)
Yeah.. yo.. (it's the realest on this shit, go in)

Killah]
Left the buildin on up, heavy
Niggaz couldn't take the chain, too heavy
to mother, I was swingin that Shaolin Style machete
Now when I come through "What up Ghost?", my folks throwin confetti
My is the world premiere, ox yeah, now I'm dickin down Heather Locklear
Rubber glock in the box, Benz drop yeah
Hit the mall in Island, they got hens out there
I'm not a sex symbol, gangsta or
I just like acid in a glass of Cris'
My pen's is Illmatic, plush robes across the floor
Gun hand is sore from the raw
And when the jet land smoked up just right under ya
The aircraft carry back of Colombia
Yeah, separate the
Stay beatin niggaz brains out with the God belt buckle
Jewels, pay respect to my
My bird niggaz away like a clarinet
My hoes, they so happy I married yet
And I still down the aisle with a plastic Tec
Haha..

[Interlude: Da God]
Uh, that's what I'm bout nigga
That's some real words right
So you know, we gon' keep this shit rolling
Theodore, know how we do it
up and down, introducing
One of the squad, Wiganomics
Uh, hit 'em

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

[Interlude: Da God]
Uh, right nigga
'06, bout to take us '07
The is ours, from here on out
Theodore, up and down
Word up, introducing
You know, the great
My man J-Love

Aiyo, I come through like a Chicago Bears
Call me Brian Urlacher, straight up you
I backslap you, yeah, ya niggas get flipped
Son, I've never been a punk ass idiot
Get snatched in all letters, Puerto bitch fetish
me the streets, or the mixtape terrorist
I get respected, like a Fighter champion
Out in Japan, I was to smash one
real, son, I hold down my squadron
Ghostface and Life scared Square Garden
Is the next hip hop preservation?
Theodore on an ill ass invasion
Kid style, Premo production
The greatest men walking, fuck all them their
Yo, call me the king, the presence of
Often imitated, but you can't this

Trife Da God]
Haha, no, up, the man who needs no introduction
Muthafuckin' New York's Backbone, take it

[Trife Da
Aiyo, I roll like a bat out of hell, swell
the money green Balley's and the chunky gazelle's
I'm an like Dora, nigga, check out my aura
On the block, I quarters, but I'm really a scorer
Place your order, place your bets, I'll your set
Puncture your and inflate your chest
I killas on mountain tops, plotting on housing cops
While I'm in the spot, up rocks, I'm counting knots
I got the eye of an eagle, for my people
These bars of dope, and I supply you that diesel
I'm a needle in the haystack, back in Maybach
Slay phat, cuz he spray gats, try to escape
slacks for, all my Compton killas
Casket fillers, armed gorillas, who for skrilla
Staten Island's most wanted, the backbone of the
The rapper killings, niggas get slapped silly, you me?