Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Goodbar

[Verse 1: Old Droog]
Old Droog a fly bunny
On a like bitch better have my money
Your girl Newports and sound wild funny
deeper than I-20's
Vocal cords be the peace
Motherfucker, you's a herb in the
Heard they 'bout to do you like
Try to say your girl got a dingaling
Hee-shee,
What do you know, the flow is so
Cause I'm hungry, the got no dishes
No tank, no fishes
Only swedish ones the corner store
I was born to parents who wanted more
dream
Here I am spittin' dope rhymes that are never generic in
And when they are, [?], clean
Go flex on 'em,
All the world I've seen women fiend
[?] that Simmons [?]
Joints out in
Wash Heights homes who bump "Gasolina"
More freaks than the week they tried to "Selena"

Your Old Droog]
More just a hood star, call me Mr. Goodbar
Listen close you'll find really good in every bar
[Verse 2: Old Droog]
Any that your hear a Droog rhyme I drop zingers
No [?], but he lingers
Where still cop from slingers
got pipes like opera singers
Former drug dealers to the
Are now of motherfuckin' juice bars
Some still sell, go back
that boy [?]
Y'all cats are so
And I'm iller with the pen than the killer
Phyllis, like
I'm talkin' Jay Dee and that old lady, it's no one
Stayin' the same, I already got the best in the game
And the metaphors - they don't comprende those
These pendejos should pay me to pen they
I 'em up - literally with choruses
Smoke verses, and I burn bridges like
Even on we charge
Sunday I have a
me shine's one thing they got right
Fuck the game, into the spotlight
I'm in it for the fame? Not quite

[Verse 3: Your Old
Bo like Biggavel', no pardon
Go in the paint
I'm focused on the universe in my
cats in thirstin', all you do is reach
Easily
You got bars, well I got suitcases
Used to a book just for punchlines
Right to the Big L and Pun shrine
chucks and a Pelle clean
Forgettin' biz, I'm
you like a jelly bean
My shit early [?], you rock L.L.
We dipped in
Pay stacks, lay with an air of calm
Writin' rhymes in the crib a [?]