Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Goodbar

[Verse 1: Old Droog]
Old Droog keep a fly
On a leash like bitch have my money
Your girl smoke Newports and wild funny
Voice deeper than
Vocal cords be disturbin' the
Motherfucker, you's a in the East
Heard they to do you like ching-a-ling
Try to say that girl got a dingaling
Hee-shee,
do you know, the flow is so vicious
Cause I'm hungry, the got no dishes
No saltwater tank, no
Only swedish from the corner store
I was born to poor parents who wanted
American
Here I am spittin' rhymes that are never generic in theme
And when they are, [?], clean
Go flex on 'em,
All around the I've seen women fiend
[?] that Simmons [?]
Joints out in
Wash Heights homes who still "Gasolina"
More freaks than the week they 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 that your hear a Droog rhyme I drop
No [?], but he lingers
Where fiends still cop from
Crackheads got like opera singers
drug dealers to the stars
Are now owners of motherfuckin' bars
Some sell, they go back
that 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, no one realer
Stayin' the same, I already got the best wordplay in the
And the metaphors - don't even comprende those
These should pay me to pen they flows
I hook 'em up - literally choruses
Smoke verses, and I burn bridges self-sabotage
Even on we charge
Sunday I a menage
Givin' me shine's one thing got right
Fuck the game, into the spotlight
Think I'm in it for the Not quite

[Verse 3: Your Old
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 full
Used to keep a book for punchlines
next to the Big L and Pun shrine
Fresh and a Pelle clean
Forgettin' biz, I'm
Crush you like a bean
My early [?], you rock L.L. Bean
We in Ferragam'
Pay stacks, lay back an air of calm
Writin' rhymes in the with a [?]