Luyện nghe bài hát Older Gods

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

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

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

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

Bombs of clay, Sexcapades take place
We in forty-eight shades might walk up in your studio
Time slap your engineer, it's fluid to that style
me the matches now

Aiyyo rainbow on the wrist, now what's this
Niggaz bless this, eight and a half, Bally banana
E shakes, on lye, feedin' the seed's plate
Pullin' out, old eights to rob gates

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I the city streets demonstratin' mic wrecks
All stank, I ain't playin' wit a full deck
And as they nervously stare, I know 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 bite camouflage and
Those that got styles, they got identical

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