Luyện nghe bài hát Return of Theodore Unit

[Intro: (Trife Da God) Killah]
(Uh you got here, is your approach)
approach gotta more guerilla on 'em
KnowImean? 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 "What up Ghost?", my folks throwin confetti
My gear is the premiere, ox yeah, now I'm dickin down Heather Locklear
Rubber glock in the glove box, drop yeah
Hit the in Long Island, they got hens out there
I'm not a sex symbol, or activist
I just like acid in a glass of Cris'
My pen's is Illmatic, plush drag 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 half of
Yeah, separate the
Stay beatin brains out with the God broke belt buckle
Jewels, pay to my larynx
My bird blew niggaz away a clarinet
My hoes, they so happy I ain't yet
And I still walk 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 just gon' keep this shit
Theodore, know how we do it
Straight up and down,
One fourth of the squad,
Uh, hit 'em

[Shawn
Yo son I smack bitches, 'em say "Yes, Wiggatry"
Smoke out ya room like I'm cookin up
Dickory dock, my glock tucked by the
It's Theodore, our chips' all in, you can't 'em
Cuz the be stinky like Pepi LePew
And my style's so sick, son, call it the flu
Influenza, top
Had ya head-noddin leavin marks on my Swollen Member
I remember days when the Stat was my home
Now we hop state to state, in and out of zones
Had to put the heat, picked up the microphone
Started off the jewelers and flossin in stones
Chunky and I ain't talkin noodle soup
Got a V for Vendetta this year and need to
That two point five slice a Sicillian
Next year we want the whole pie we makin a killin

Trife Da God]
Uh, that's nigga
'06, to take us into '07
The years is ours, here on out
Theodore, up and down
Word up, introducing
You know, the great
My muthafuckin' man

Aiyo, I come like a Chicago Bears linebacker
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 bitch
Call me the streets, or the mixtape
I get respected, like a Pride champion
Out in Japan, I was to smash one
It's real, son, I hold my squadron
Ghostface and Life scared Square Garden
Is the next hip hop preservation?
Theodore on an ill ass invasion
Kid Crooklyn style, Premo
The greatest men walking, all them their assumptions
Yo, me the king, the presence of greatness
Often imitated, but you can't this

[Interlude: Trife Da
Haha, no, up, the man who needs no introduction
New York's Backbone, take it home

[Trife Da
Aiyo, I roll a bat out of hell, something swell
With the 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 a scorer
Place your order, place your bets, I'll your set
Puncture your and inflate your chest
I keep killas on mountain tops, plotting on cops
While I'm in the spot, bagging up rocks, I'm knots
I got the eye of an eagle, for my people
These of life dope, and I supply you that diesel
I'm a needle in the haystack, laid back in
Slay phat, cuz he spray gats, try to that
Gray slacks for, all my Compton
fillers, armed gorillas, who bomb for skrilla
Staten Island's most wanted, the of the city
The rapper killings, get slapped silly, you feel me?