Luyện nghe bài hát Return of Theodore Unit

[Intro: (Trife Da God) Killah]
(Uh you got here, is your approach)
Your approach gotta more on 'em
Just to make it sound official (uh)
Yeah.. yo.. (it's the realest 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 Style
Now when I come through it's "What up Ghost?", my folks confetti
My gear is the world premiere, ox yeah, now I'm dickin down Heather
Rubber glock in the glove box, drop yeah
Hit the mall in Island, they got hens out there
I'm not a sex symbol, gangsta or
I just bubble acid in a glass of Cris'
My pen's is Illmatic, plush robes drag across the
Gun hand is sore choppin the raw
And when the jet land smoked up just right under ya
The aircraft carry back half of
Yeah, separate the
Stay beatin niggaz out with the God broke belt buckle
Jewels, pay respect to my
My bird blew away like a clarinet
My hoes, they so happy I ain't yet
And I still walk down the with a plastic Tec
Haha..

[Interlude: Da God]
Uh, that's what I'm talking bout
That's some words right there
So you know, we just gon' keep this shit
Theodore, know how we do it
Straight up and down,
One of the squad, Wiganomics
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 glock tucked by the
It's Theodore, our all in, you can't hold 'em
Cuz the Pips be stinky like LePew
And my style's so sick, son, call it the flu
Influenza, top
Had ya girl head-noddin leavin marks on my Swollen
I them days when the Stat was my home
Now we hop state to state, in and out of zones
Had to put down the heat, up the microphone
Started payin off the jewelers and in stones
and I ain't talkin chicken noodle soup
Got a V for Vendetta year and need to recoup
That two point million'll slice a Sicillian
Next we want the whole fuckin pie we makin a killin

[Interlude: Trife Da
Uh, that's right
'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, up attack you
I backslap you, yeah, ya niggas get flipped
Son, never been a punk faggot ass idiot
Get snatched in all letters, Puerto Rican fetish
Call me the streets, or the terrorist
I get respected, like a Fighter champion
Out in Japan, I was ready to one
It's real, son, I down my squadron
Ghostface and Life scared Square Garden
Is the next hip hop preservation?
Theodore Unit on an ill ass
Kid Crooklyn style, Premo
The greatest men walking, fuck all them their
Yo, me the king, the presence of greatness
Often imitated, but you can't duplicate

Trife Da God]
Haha, no, next up, the man who needs no
Muthafuckin' New Backbone, take it home

Da God]
Aiyo, I like a bat out of hell, something swell
the money green Balley's and the chunky gazelle's
I'm an explorer like Dora, nigga, out my aura
On the block, I assist quarters, but I'm really a
Place your order, place bets, I'll erase your set
Puncture lung and inflate your chest
I keep killas on tops, plotting on housing cops
While I'm in the spot, bagging up rocks, I'm counting
I got the eye of an eagle, ride for my
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
Gray slacks for, all my Compton
Casket fillers, armed gorillas, who for skrilla
Staten Island's wanted, the backbone of the city
The rapper killings, get slapped silly, you feel me?