Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Goodbar

[Verse 1: Old Droog]
Old Droog keep a fly
On a leash like better have my money
Your smoke Newports and sound wild funny
Voice than I-20's
Vocal cords be the peace
Motherfucker, you's a 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 is so vicious
I'm hungry, the crib got no dishes
No saltwater tank, no
Only swedish ones from the store
I was born to poor who wanted more
American
Here I am spittin' rhymes that are never generic in theme
And when are, [?], still clean
Go on 'em, mean
All around the world I've seen women
[?] that Gene [?]
out in Pasadena
Wash homes who still bump "Gasolina"
More than the week they tried to cast "Selena"

Your Old Droog]
More than a hood star, call me Mr. Goodbar
Listen close you'll find really good in every bar
[Verse 2: Old Droog]
Any that your hear a Droog rhyme I drop zingers
No [?], but he lingers
Where fiends cop from slingers
Crackheads got pipes like opera
drug dealers to the stars
Are now owners of motherfuckin' juice
still sell, they go back
Sold boy [?]
Y'all are so whack
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
the same, I already got the best wordplay in the game
And the metaphors - they don't comprende those
These should pay me to pen they flows
I 'em up - literally with choruses
Smoke verses, and I burn bridges self-sabotage
Even on we charge
Sunday I a menage
me shine's one thing they got right
Fuck the game, thrust into the
I'm in it for the fame? Not quite

[Verse 3: Old Droog]
Bo like Biggavel', no pardon
Go hard in the
I'm focused on the universe in my
cats in thirstin', all you do is reach
Easily
You got bars, I got suitcases full
Used to a book just for punchlines
Right next to the Big L and Pun
chucks and a Pelle clean
Forgettin' biz, I'm
Crush you like a jelly
My shit early [?], you L.L. Bean
We dipped in
Pay stacks, lay with an air of calm
Writin' in the crib with a [?]