Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Goodbar

[Verse 1: Old Droog]
Old Droog keep a fly
On a leash like bitch better my money
Your girl smoke and sound wild funny
Voice than I-20's
cords be disturbin' the peace
Motherfucker, you's a herb in the
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
Only swedish from the corner store
I was to poor parents who wanted more
dream
Here I am spittin' dope rhymes are never generic in theme
And they are, [?], still clean
Go flex on 'em,
All around the I've seen women fiend
[?] Gene Simmons [?]
out in Pasadena
Wash homes who still bump "Gasolina"
freaks than the week they tried to cast "Selena"

[Hook: Your Old
More than just a star, call me Mr. Goodbar
Listen you'll find something really good in every bar
[Verse 2: Your Old
Any time that your hear a Droog rhyme I zingers
No more [?], but he
Where still cop from slingers
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 with the pen than the Zodiac killer
Phyllis, Diller
I'm talkin' Jay Dee and old lady, it's no one realer
Stayin' the same, I already got the wordplay in the game
And the - they don't even comprende those
pendejos should pay me to pen they flows
I hook 'em up - literally choruses
Smoke verses, and I burn bridges like
Even on Sabbath we
Sunday I a menage
me shine's one thing they got right
Fuck the game, thrust the spotlight
Think I'm in it for the Not quite

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