Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Goodbar

[Verse 1: Your Old
Old Droog keep a fly
On a leash like better have my money
Your girl smoke Newports and sound wild
deeper than I-20's
Vocal be disturbin' the peace
Motherfucker, a herb in the East
Heard 'bout to do you like ching-a-ling
Try to say that 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 poor parents who wanted
American
Here I am spittin' dope that are never generic in theme
And they are, [?], still clean
Go flex on 'em,
All around the world I've women fiend
[?] that Gene [?]
out in Pasadena
Wash Heights homes who bump "Gasolina"
More freaks than the week tried to cast "Selena"

Your Old Droog]
More than just a hood star, call me Mr.
Listen close you'll find something really good in bar
2: Your Old Droog]
Any time that your hear a Droog I drop zingers
No more [?], but he
Where still cop from slingers
Crackheads got pipes like opera
Former drug dealers to the
Are now owners of motherfuckin' bars
Some sell, they go back
Sold boy [?]
cats are so whack
And I'm iller with the pen the Zodiac killer
Phyllis, like
I'm talkin' Jay Dee and that old lady, no one realer
Stayin' the same, I already got the best in the game
And the metaphors - they don't even those
pendejos should pay me to pen they flows
I hook 'em up - literally with
Smoke verses, and I burn bridges self-sabotage
Even on we charge
Sunday I have a
Givin' me shine's one thing got right
Fuck the game, thrust the spotlight
Think I'm in it for the fame? Not

[Verse 3: Old Droog]
Bo Garden like Biggavel', no
Go hard in the
I'm on the universe in my reach
cats in thirstin', all you do is reach
Easily
You got bars, well I got suitcases
to keep a book just for punchlines
Right to the Big L and Pun shrine
Fresh chucks and a Pelle
biz, I'm notorious
Crush you a jelly bean
My shit early [?], you rock L.L.
We in Ferragam'
Pay stacks, lay back an air of calm
Writin' in the crib with a [?]