Luyện nghe bài hát Return of Theodore Unit

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

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

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

[Shawn
Yo son I smack bitches, 'em say "Yes, Wiggatry"
out ya room like I'm cookin up hickory
Dickory dock, my glock by the scrotum
Theodore, our chips' all in, you can't hold 'em
Cuz the Pips be stinky Pepi LePew
And my style's so sick, son, they it the flu
Influenza, top
Had ya girl head-noddin leavin marks on my Member
I remember them days when the was my home
Now we hop state to state, flyin in and out of
Had to put down the heat, picked up the
payin 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 five million'll slice a Sicillian
Next year we want the fuckin pie we makin a killin

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

Aiyo, I come through like a Bears linebacker
Call me Brian Urlacher, straight up you
Then I backslap you, yeah, ya niggas get
Son, I've never been a faggot ass idiot
Get snatched in all letters, Puerto Rican fetish
Call me the streets, or the terrorist
I get respected, like a Pride Fighter
Out in Japan, I was ready to one
real, son, I hold down my squadron
Ghostface and Life scared Madison Garden
Is the destination hip hop preservation?
Theodore on an ill ass invasion
Kid Crooklyn style, Premo
The men walking, fuck all them their assumptions
Yo, call me the king, the of greatness
Often imitated, but you can't this

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

[Trife Da
Aiyo, I roll like a bat out of hell, swell
With the money green Balley's and the gazelle's
I'm an explorer like Dora, nigga, check out my
On the block, I assist quarters, but I'm really a
Place your order, place bets, I'll erase your set
Puncture your lung and inflate chest
I killas on mountain tops, plotting on housing cops
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 slacks for, all my Compton
Casket fillers, gorillas, who bomb for skrilla
Staten Island's most wanted, the backbone of the
The rapper killings, get slapped silly, you feel me?