Luyện nghe bài hát Testify (Remix)

(Intro)

Ghost, Ghost, Ghost,

Ghost Dog it do nigga (Longway)

I came to testify against all you boyz. (Preach to em)
Yo disloyal
b's and fakers
Some of us still ya dig. (Straight up)

Screaming from this side
Catching bodies left and
Dead presi em high
Murder was the case they gave me

(Bridge)
the g-code, move in silence
Couple in me now im irie
Diamonds chains like some sirens
I that glock on me like my license

(Hook)
I had to
Yea I had to do it for the
I had to
Caught my Patna with grams
tesify
Pull up in that Holy
I had to
I in love with some hoes
I had to
Imma a sin city
I had to
Got no for the revron
I had to
Man the made me do it
I had to
It was the dusse dusse

GHOST

tribe be the topic
In a full of fuck boyz, we stayed solid
Still met a real nigga that ain't chaotic
I still ain't met a bad bitch ain't psychotic
I benn the bushes rockerfellas and Kennedy's
What they did for they currency they did to they enemies
build a legacy dynasty and a embassy
Watching breaking bad wishing I moe up in chemistry
We was chasing
no passion for madden
Chasing Rolex's and
rarris, mansions,and
in the plug to provide us with them narcotics
Value of chronic so low we move'em like sonic

Pre
Screaming murder this side
(Talk that shit, cuz I live shit)
Catching bodies and right
(Keep that glock on me my mf license)
Repeat

I had to
Yea I had to do it for the
I had to
Caught my Patna them grams
Ain't
Pull up in that Ghost
I had to
I Fell in love with some
I had to
a sin city legend
I had to
Got no love for the
I had to
Man the dusse me do it
I had to
It was the dusse dusse

(Peewee verse)

Atl
Glover, Lethal Weapon
I can't let a pussy me
Boom, Pow on site
murder rate up in the
tape at the red light
Kill with red dot
That's get you fed life
It's gone get you a Doc
Put 4 on a red eye
Thousand 8 grams on
I send 10 paks with a card
That means go God I double up it's a go cart
No one to
keep it G
Yall niggas to the code
Don't the stand and fall weak for no hoes
Testify nose
Just put the brick on the
I got j's your shit off for a deuce in the door
Bitch
Get it

Screaming murder from this
bodies left and right
Dead presi em high
Murder was the that they gave me

(Bridge)
the g-code, move in silence
Couple blunts in me now im
Diamonds chains blinging some sirens
I Keep that glock on me my license

(Hook)
I had to
Yea I had to do it for the
I had to
Caught my Patna them grams
Ain't