Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Goodbar

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

[Hook: Your Old
than just a hood star, call me Mr. Goodbar
Listen close you'll find something really good in bar
[Verse 2: Your Old
Any time that your hear a rhyme I drop zingers
No more [?], but he
Where fiends cop from slingers
Crackheads got pipes opera singers
drug dealers to the stars
Are now owners of juice bars
still sell, they go back
Sold boy [?]
Y'all cats are so
And I'm with the pen than the Zodiac killer
Phyllis, Diller
I'm talkin' Jay Dee and that old lady, it's no one
the same, I already got the best wordplay in the game
And the metaphors - don't even comprende those
These pendejos pay me to pen they flows
I hook 'em up - literally with
Smoke verses, and I burn bridges self-sabotage
Even on Sabbath we
Sunday I a menage
Givin' me 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 hard in the
I'm on the universe in my reach
cats in thirstin', all you do is reach
Easily
You got bars, I got suitcases full
Used to keep a book just for
next to the Big L and Pun shrine
Fresh and a Pelle clean
biz, I'm notorious
Crush you like a bean
My shit [?], you rock L.L. Bean
We in Ferragam'
Pay stacks, lay back with an air of
Writin' in the crib with a [?]