Luyện nghe bài hát Older Gods

Aiyyo, I roll like a bat out of
Evil acapell's fly spittin' out of my
I hit the sky with springtime colors
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 technique
Got vestibules designer niggaz in they whips

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

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

made of clay, Sexcapades take place
We fucked in forty-eight shades might walk up in your
Time slap your engineer, it's lighter fluid to 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, on lye, feedin' the seed's plate
Pullin' out, old eights to rob gates

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

That nigga mad savage, stationary of Justice
Niggaz clumped out
Just came home, now they out
Money be than triple life

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

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

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

Let the shot spark, soon as his pit bull
scars from skid marks leaves from jams in school parks
Witness, forget his original
Even in protection programs there's no

down, we in town, hit king from seven crowns
Spent rounds catch him he rhyme in the Zebra Lounge
Wounded, back in the eighty summer heat
Up in park, rhymin' off the drummer's beat

I stalk the city demonstratin' mic wrecks
All lookin' stank, I playin' wit a full deck
And as they nervously stare, I know they
They saw the coming of Wu, the in Times Square

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

Don't stretch the thing, copycats are finnicky
Without skills, they master the art of
But I go for line on the whole page
Your life on the mic is old age