Luyện nghe bài hát Older Gods

Aiyyo, I roll like a bat out of
acapell's fly spittin' out of my grill
Before I hit the sky with springtime
Juicy as a Sunkist, certain double dutch this

They carve it in they wrist, berry blazes
the crumbs left on the stove clothes in my lady hair
Plus yours the look gold God, the old tainted bald
Got these vestibules designer niggaz in they

Jumpin' out they seats, eighteen, Part II
We like Hamill on ice
We in your hood we circle, hats down low in the Range
Switch lanes, change my tire, out

Real loud on the stage yo, I shitted on your kid
I shitted on hood, got to your burner too late
I'm real good, draped out, shinin' like a fresh fifty cent piece
girlfriend, c'mere
Oh shit, you my man's niece, the gourmet twenty

Bombs made of clay, Sexcapades place
We fucked in forty-eight might walk up in your studio
Time slap your engineer, lighter fluid to that style
me the matches now

Aiyyo Roley on the wrist, now what's this
Niggaz this, eight and a half, Bally banana twist
E shakes, puffin' on lye, feedin' the seed's
Pullin' out, old dirty to rob gates

Major wake up, the kid telltales, make a nigga wake up
break, the nigga would take off his time
Honolulu status,
The rich rock and dollar vans grands

nigga mad savage, stationary Hall of Justice
Niggaz came out
Just came home, now they out
Money be longer than triple

'Til the sun burn out, my word, move it with the burner out
Fidel way of thinkin', with the Mac bent Ac-10
Most of my team, Five Percent check what the live
Rollin with Guess vests yo
my nuts, fuckin' thousand dollar lesbians

Yo, the God put me on and had to rock this
Maintain Three-Sixty Lord prosperous
It only a lesson a day, just to analyze life
One in the respectable mind

Yo, the Older God put me on and had to this
Three-Sixty Lord live prosperous
It only a lesson a day, just to analyze life
One time in the mind

Let the shot spark, soon as his pit barks
Tire scars from skid marks leaves from jams in school
Witness, forget his original
Even in protection programs no escapement

down, we in town, hit king from seven crowns
Spent rounds catch him while he rhyme in the Lounge
Wounded, back in the eighty three heat
Up in three-oh-nine park, off the drummer's beat

I stalk the city streets demonstratin' mic
All lookin' stank, I ain't playin' wit a full
And as nervously stare, I know they scared
They saw the coming of Wu, the neon in Square

Household name, assassin, bee
to the grain, that posses the Wu, trilogy
Quick to spot those that camouflage and blend
Those that got styles, they got twins

stretch the small thing, copycats are finnicky
Without skills, master the art of mimicry
But I go line for on the whole page
unspotted life on the mic is old age