Luyện nghe bài hát Oldie

[Intro:
Yo, out to everybody that worked on the album
You me, son? Yo, shouts out to Ty Dollas
Shouts out to Hodgy Daddies, shouts out to Left
Shouts out to Domyon, out to Frankie Ocean
out to Syd the Dude, shouts out to L-Boy Awk
[Verse 1: the Creator]
Big bandit is tossin' all his manners
In a bag and wrappin' them in seran wrap
Tossin' 'em in baskets with the rest of those
So he says "Catch up, nigga" it looks like an accident
Um, flowin' like my pad is the
My white and black like she's been mimickin' a panda
It's the dark skinned nigga, bitches in Canada
Then all out like Mr. Lawrence did Pamela
Put her in the all against her Wilt Chamberlain
I never had a Reason, nigga I was just
Not a fuckin' Logic contradictin' dick
Flyer than an ostrich in a tar pit
Semen scented printed tee
In 'Preme five panel, I'll repeat it for the season
items in the present
With the ass past like I cheated on my team
me (Tried to get that nigga, but, Golf Wang)
[Verse 2: Hodgy
To have type of knowledge that is one perception
But knowin' you own opponent is a defeatin' bonus
I'm to a Kronos, cartilage cartridge is boneless
Smiles of in lead showers, dead spouses in red blouses
Children who fled houses on horses and went joustin'
I'm on my Robin shit, robbing in the hood
Whips, drugs, jewels, and your pet, I'm stealin' your
Coke diamonds and your Vet, lace the fuckin' boot
And like the troop when you shoot you gon' poop
KillHodgy, nigga, stay the fuck off my stoop
And out my aid, Juice
[Verse 3: Brain]
got the juice, I got the gin
Jasper got the Henny, my we get it in
Gang party at the hotel
I call a ho, you a ho, and all the hoes tell
You know Left Brain need a
I need a to go down like a Nitty beat
Yup, uh, and her ass fat
Don't be surprised if I ask where the at
I'm tryna smoke, bitch get higher
Domo where that Flocka Flame? Talking 'bout a
Still bang salute me or just me
Cause if you salute me then my team will do the shooting
Yeah my nigga Ace will pull the jack
The king Mike G is in the cut the black mac
Living the Mafia, bitch, don't get to slacking up
And if these acting up, throw 'em in the aqueduct
Free my nigga Earl, yo, I really ask for much
But two bad bitches in of me cunnilingus
4: Mike G]
What the is caution?
Often I leave you flossing and cause exes to coffins
Lost in translation, the you chase
Got you diving for the plates like you stealing home
That's great, I'm home alone dreaming of two on
With Rihanna and Milian, bring it on
And Travis is in the closet organizing and the tramp
Three lettermans Ace has been making him
No strays we catching matinees, huh?
I'm getting blazed thinking 'bout those
I had the top off the GT3 toupees
One finger in the air, all's fair when pays
My scheme of things is to be attached
To the like bitches to their wedding rings
And you don't even need to look cause we gleam
In the light, ride slow to my yellow diamond
Like the Batman over Gotham, rock LA to Harlem
If you say "Get 'em G" then I got 'em
One man squadron, nigga I'm a
Briggs I got bars and plans to
Pimp these Polish bitches pop stars
Humanity kills, we all suffer from still
And if I said it then it is or it's gonna be
OF 'til I OD and I will, uh
[Verse 5: Domo
It's still Mr. Smoke-a-Lotta-Pot, get your mommy popped
With my other snobby bop, do I her? prolly not
Know your shit is not as hot as anything I fuckin'
Bitch I'm in the zone, stand alone, Macaulay Cock
I've been runnin' since a snotty tot
Big wheel was a big deal the water Glocks
Now I'm all grown, sing songs just to give 'em
Fire what I talk, but cooler than an Otter Pop
Op Dom shit in your wish list
Mad sick shit, mad dick for bitches
On some shit, your mistress on my hit list
And I'm lifted I'm stiff out of this bitch
Odd in your mothafuckin'
Blood give me five feet 'fore I bury ya
Suicide flow, let the big carry ya
Tyler got the mask he held Jim Carrey up
And fuck team, ho nigga wassup
Wolf Gang so you know we not no fucks
You know me dog, I'm a in the cut so I can
Cut it short, it down, couple pounds, roll it up

Get me a Persian rug where the looks like Galaga
[Verse 6: Frank
Rent a car for a day
Drive around with your friends, smoke a gram of haze
Bro, on the ounce, that's a lot for a day
But just for a week, my nigga what can I say
I'm hi and I'm Bi, wait, I I'm straight
give you this wine, the runner just brought the grapes
My brother give it time, Morris, and Day
Course you know the as fly as the rhymes
On the song, cut and you could sample the
Headphone bleed, make this sound real
Used to work the grill, fatburger and
I made a mil and them psychics was liars
Now, how fucking crystal balls can I buy and own
Humble old me had to flex for the
in Muscle Beach pumping iron and bone
Bumping oldies off my phone
Yeah, oldies off my cellular phone

Goddammit, this rapping is and it's hard
Gotta do it over and over and over but here I go
[Verse 7: Jasper
Hey Jasper, not even a rapper
Only on this beat to make my racks grow
Got a TV show, so I guess I'm an
Pot head, half baked, lookin' Chappelle
up a blunt with that fire from hell
Still ignorant, still hit a
Gang, nigga, so I still don't give a shit
Catch me in the back with on my lap
Bong rips as I feel on little bitch cat

Hah, nigga came through a 9 bar real quick
Just for the bitches, little bit of in my pocket
Fuck it, Wolf
[Verse 8: Earl
Yeah, fuck that, look, for is a pair of lips
sarapin, settin' fires to sheriffs whips
(Whoosp, whoosp) fuckin' All-American
Crushin' rapper to feed 'em a fuckin' carrot stick
And me? I spent a year Ferrisin'
And lost a little to show you what hysterics is
Spit to the lips the bottom of a barrel
So sterile piss flow remind these niggas where embarrassed is
Narrow, tight line, might impair him
I it back to Fahrenheit, grimey get dinero type
Feral, ill apparel, wearin' pack of parasites
Threw his own off the roof after paradise
La di da di, back in here to the party up
Raidin' fridges, tippin' over vases with a gun
Never dollars, poppa make it hockey pucks
And 60 day chips from fuckin' anonymous
Call him bloated 'til he show 'em that the deluxe
Off the wall loafers, Four Loko, and a clutch
bold and rough, evoke a ho to pose as drum
And let me hit and beat it with a stick the hole was numb
The of the potent punch
Scoldin' hot as scrotum in a Folgers cup
Or Nevada, drivin' drunk inside a stolen
Shittin' like his colon
full of chicken and a fifth of old petroleum
Supernova, I'm rollin' over the
I'm roamin' through the forest and spittin' as the porridge is
Stay gold 'til the case and the story end
Post mortem porkin' this rap shit and it
To it to the morgue again, lord of lips
Bored of this, forklift the top, best under 40 list
the gate, ensurin' the bass
Scorchin' ladies sore in torso and face
Get at me savages, have a pack of Apache
Indian pack of niggas who don't give a fuck if we as flatulence
As a matter of fact, your is tacky
So see me you can't like Black catchin' a taxi
like lateral passin'
With that mothafuckin' manner of rappin'
As an addict I let Percocet and relax me
Fall back if your paddies is Maxi,
[Verse 9: the Creator]
OF, that's all I got
From my brother Frankie to my little brother Tac
that father figure Clancy to that skatey nigga Naks
Shredding down 'Fax, Wolf run the fucking block
Storefront, tat
cover is the same lettering on lettermans and cotton socks
And tape...and my shoes
Um, I was 15 when I drew that donut
5 later, for our label yea we own it
I started an empire, I ain't even old
To drink a fucking beer, I'm tipsy off soda pop
is for the niggers in the suburbs
And the white kids with nigger who say the n-word
And the ones that got weird, fag, bitch, nerd
Cause you was into jazz, kitty cats, and Steven
say we ain't acting right
Always try to turn our fucking color black and white
But they'll never change 'em, never 'em
Radical's my anthem, my fucking amps up
So instead of critiquing and bitching, mad as fuck
Just admit, not only are we talented, we're rad as fuck,

OFM, on your FM
Gnaw, 2011, yeah, Golf