Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Goodbar

[Verse 1: Your Old
Old keep a fly bunny
On a leash like bitch better have my
girl smoke Newports and sound wild funny
Voice deeper I-20's
Vocal cords be disturbin' the
Motherfucker, you's a herb in the
Heard they 'bout to do you like
Try to say that girl got a dingaling
Hee-shee,
What do you know, the is so vicious
I'm hungry, the crib got no dishes
No saltwater tank, no
Only swedish ones from the corner
I was born to poor parents who wanted
dream
Here I am dope rhymes that are never generic in theme
And when are, [?], still clean
Go on 'em, mean
All the world I've seen women fiend
[?] Gene Simmons [?]
out in Pasadena
Wash Heights who still bump "Gasolina"
More than the week they tried to cast "Selena"

Your Old Droog]
More than just a hood star, me Mr. Goodbar
Listen close you'll find something really in every bar
[Verse 2: Your Old
Any time your hear a Droog rhyme I drop zingers
No more [?], but he
Where fiends still cop from
got pipes like opera singers
Former drug to the stars
Are now owners of motherfuckin' juice
Some sell, they go back
Sold 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 wordplay in the game
And the metaphors - they don't comprende those
pendejos should pay me to pen they flows
I hook 'em up - literally with
Smoke verses, and I burn like self-sabotage
Even on we charge
I have a menage
Givin' me shine's one thing got right
Fuck the game, into the spotlight
Think I'm in it for the fame? Not

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