Luyện nghe bài hát Oldie

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

Get me a rug where the center looks like Galaga
[Verse 6: Ocean]
Rent a car for a day
Drive around your friends, smoke a gram of that haze
Bro, on the ounce, that's a lot for a day
But just enough for a week, my what can I say
I'm hi and I'm Bi, wait, I mean I'm
give you this wine, the runner just brought the grapes
My brother it some time, Morris, and Day
you know the vibe's as fly as the rhymes
On the song, cut and you could the feel
Headphone bleed, make shit sound real
Used to work the grill, and fries
Then I a mil and them psychics was liars
Now, how many fucking crystal can I buy and own
Humble old me had to for the fogs
in Muscle Beach pumping iron and bone
Bumping off my cellular phone
Yeah, bumping off my cellular phone

Goddammit, this rapping is stupid and it's
Gotta do it and over and over again but here I go
7: Jasper Dolphin]
Hey it's Jasper, not a rapper
Only on this beat to my racks grow faster
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, hit a bitch
Wolf Gang, nigga, so I don't give a shit
Catch me in the with Miley on my lap
Bong rips as I feel on that little cat

Hah, nigga came through with a 9 bar real
for the bitches, little bit of money in my pocket
Fuck it, Gang
8: Earl Sweatshirt]
Yeah, fuck that, look, for is a pair of lips
Swallowin' sarapin, settin' fires to whips
(Whoosp, whoosp) fuckin' All-American
rapper larynx to feed 'em a fuckin' carrot stick
And me? I spent a year Ferrisin'
And lost a little sanity to show you hysterics is
to the lips meet the bottom of a barrel
So that sterile piss flow remind these where embarrassed is
Narrow, tight line, might impair him
I made it to Fahrenheit, grimey get dinero type
Feral, fuckin' ill apparel, wearin' of parasites
Threw his own youth off the roof after
La di da di, back in here to the party up
Raidin' fridges, tippin' over vases with a gun
Never dollars, make it rain hockey pucks
And 60 day chips fuckin' awesome anonymous
Call him bloated he show 'em that the flow deluxe
Off the wall loafers, Loko, and a cobra clutch
Vocals and rough, evoke a ho to pose as drum
And let me hit and beat it with a stick until the was numb
The culprit of the potent
Scoldin' hot as dunkin' scrotum in a cup
Or Nevada, drivin' inside a stolen truck
Shittin' like his colon
Belly full of chicken and a of old petroleum
Supernova, I'm over the novices
I'm roamin' through the forest and spittin' as the porridge is
Stay gold the case closed and the story end
Post porkin' this rap shit and record it
To escort it to the again, lord of lips
Bored of this, forklift the top, best under 40 list
the gate, ensurin' the bass
Scorchin' ladies motherfucker in torso and face
Get at me with savages, a pack of Apache
Indian pack of niggas who don't give a fuck if we as flatulence
As a matter of fact, swagger is tacky
So see me you like Crunchy Black catchin' a taxi
Back lateral passin'
With that mothafuckin' manner of rappin'
As an I let Percocet and Xannies relax me
Fall back if your is Maxi, please
[Verse 9: the Creator]
OF, that's all I got
From my bigger brother to my little brother Tac
From that father Clancy to that skatey nigga Naks
down 'Fax, Wolf Gang 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 even old enough
To drink a fucking beer, I'm tipsy off soda pop
This is for the niggers in the
And the white kids nigger friends who say the n-word
And the ones got called 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 into and white
But they'll never 'em, never understand 'em
my anthem, turn my fucking amps up
So instead of critiquing and bitching, being mad as
Just admit, not only are we talented, rad as fuck, bitches

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