Luyện nghe bài hát Theodore

[intro: (ghostface killah)]
Generals on deck, what's up,
(yeah, yeah, yeah... on!)
Salut (library shit)
(rock the belt, uh-huh, you what time it is)
They understand and us
(I goin' out) theodore (uh-huh!)

killah]
Eh-yo!
Stark edition, rock
The crystalized rock got the big jury dealers on a
Slick taste of lace, I done smacked new york
The four-fifty went poppin' when he to dip me
Balled out in bingo halls, reported out in jury duty
Judge judy, big groupie blew me, beigen rush cuffies
Blast the last uzi, me to africa, right? I share rubies
Due to the night up on my
I threw the shotti in the so I could have a double bash
Duffle pass, couples, teamed with the clash, fast
Rain, hail, snow, sleet, still bust ass
Uppercut, bad, you in the grass out and ya faggot-ass man hauled ass
Slammed in the g-y-m, g-y-n'
Love doctor in the hood, bitches, all their friends
So, yo...

[chorus: ghostface (sung)]
Party people, you're the reason we're
'cause we love the game and our music is
So, so, yo, hello! sure y'all still there
On stage here be the almighty theodore click

Yeah! yeah... yo!
I'm a little dude but I hold guns the of europe
Y'all niggas is sweet like pancakes with syrup
y'all put up, I double that
Stapleton is where I hustle at, 2-12 is I bubble at
Yeah, I'm talkin' money-wise, you guys
I'm quick to you up like eggs that's cooked sunny-side
me at the honey hive, runnin' the strip
Gun on the hip, posted for hours, dope and power
Culture power, throwin' nitros, lettin' the pipes
Got remote control cars and they're not by tyco
This the theodore, drunk off
Bit ya ear off, therefore, the is what I'm here for
From the to the stage
I represent for those, locked in the
I'm dropped in the graves, every line I spit, is like a, shot from the gauge
Move accordingly, when I'm actin' disorderly

[chorus - last 2 lines]

Who you
see? yo!
I'm a don, dead form, upon ezekials
To the in my click, there'll be no sequels
hot ones'll crease, the vultures'll feast you
The ones will shiest you, gorillas will beast you
Just fiends walkin' up the block yawnin'
Late night game, damn, I got a warrant
Got in, down, then start snorin'
P-o kickin' ya door in, 4 in the
You blockin' my lane-lane like stockton
With the uttermost disrespect like, bernard hopkins
Simply, it's pc the verse
See we be peoples later, in business, money comes first (first)