โหลดเพลง mp3 Apollo Kids (Album Version) - Ghostface Killah

Apollo Kids - Ghostface Killah
Written by：Dennis Coles/Solomon/Carlos Evans/Corey Todd Woods

Yeah I see that I see that

All y'all fake motherf**kers up in the joint huh
Stealing my light huh watch me duke watch me

Yo check these up top murderous
Snowy in the bezzle as the cloud merges
F B I try and want word with this
Kid who punked out bust a shot uip in the becon
Catch me in the corner not speaking
Crushed out heavenly U G rock the sweet daddy long fox minks
Chicken and brocolli wally's look stinky
With his man straight from raleigh durham he recognized Kojak
I slapped him five masta killa cracked his tiny form
Everybody break bread huddle around

Guzzle that I'm about to throw a hand in your bag
Since the face been revealed game got real

Radio been gassing niggaz my imposters scream they ill
I'm the inventor '86 rhyming at the center
Debut '93 LP told you to enter
Punk faggot niggaz stealing my light
Crawl up in the bed with grandma
Beneath the La Z boy where ya hid ya knife
Ghost is back stretch cadillacs fruit cocktails

Hit the shells at paul's pastry rack

Walk with me like darthy tried to judge these
Plush degrees said the cow wrap the fees
Getting waxed all through the drive thru
Take the stand throw my hand all on the bible
And tell lies too I'm the ultimate

Splash the wolverine razor sharp ring dolomite

Student in role holding it
Aiyyo this rappin's like ziti facing me real TV

Crash at high speeds strawberry kiwi

As we approach yo herb the gods bail

These staten island ferryboat cats bail

Fresh cellies 50 thief up in the city
We banned for life apollo kids live to spit the real

A pair of bright phat yellow air max
Hit the racks stack 'em up son 20 off no tax
Street merchant tucked in the cloud stay splurging
Rock a eagle head 6 inch height was the bird
Monday night dallas verse jets dudes slid in with one hand

Two culture ciphers one bag of wet
Heavy rain f**ked my kicks up
Wasn't looking splashed in the puddle
B**ch laughing first thought was beat the b**ch up
Mossied off gracefully New York's most wanted tee ball hawk
Seen the yellow brick road lust of pastries

Same ghostface holy in the mind
Last scene manhatten chase
We drew the six eight digit in the briefcase
Rawness title is hell bound
Quick to reload around faces surround look astound

We split a fair one poker nose money
Gin rummy with glare spot the lame bit his ear
Yo you taste a tea spoon 300 goons stash baloons
Locked in lab rooms hit with glock stashed in grant's tomb
Clocked him like a patient his stock's full hustle invasion
Knowing now we cocked a block off the chain tri color
Freezing in valor ice sicle galore
Gas station light gleaming on the wall
Cop wiseguy jams James bond vans
Niggaz flipped timbs rock boats under water watch clams
Pose at the stand off mad timid
Hoping that the gun fall guess him like lottery balls yo
Aiyyo this rappin's like ziti facing me real TV

Crash at high speeds strawberry kiwi

As we approach yo herb the gods bail

These staten island ferryboat cats bail

Fresh cellies 50 thief up in the city
We banned for life apollo kids live to spit the real