Luyện nghe bài hát Oldie

[Intro:
Yo, shout out to everybody that worked on the
You feel me, son? Yo, out to Ty Dollas
Shouts out to Hodgy Daddies, shouts out to Brizzle
Shouts out to Domyon, shouts out to Frankie
out to Syd the Dude, shouts out to L-Boy Awk
[Verse 1: Tyler the
Big eared bandit is all his manners
In a bag and wrappin' them in seran wrap
Tossin' 'em in baskets with the of those sandwiches
So when he says "Catch up, nigga" it looks an accident
Um, like my pad is the maxiest
My bitch white and black like she's been mimickin' a
the dark skinned nigga, kissin' bitches in Canada
Then kicking all out like Mr. Lawrence did
Put her in the chamber all her Wilt Chamberlain
I had a Reason, nigga I was just Ableton
Not a Logic contradictin' dick head
Flyer than an moshin' in a tar pit
Semen cheetah printed tee
In that 'Preme five panel, I'll repeat it for the
Previous items in the
With the normal ass past I cheated on my team
It's me (Tried to get nigga, but, Golf Wang)
[Verse 2: Beats]
To have some type of that is one perception
But knowin' you own opponent is a defeatin' bonus
I'm Zeus to a Kronos, cartilage cartridge is
of cowards in lead showers, dead spouses in red blouses
Children who fled houses on Mustang horses and went
I'm on my Hood shit, robbing in the hood
Whips, drugs, jewels, and your pet, I'm stealin' rings
diamonds and your Vet, soldiers lace the fuckin' boot
And like the troop when you shoot you gon' poop
It's KillHodgy, nigga, stay the fuck off my
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 Gang party at the
I call a ho, you call a ho, and all the tell
You know Left Brain a freak
I need a to go down 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
Domo where that Flocka Flame? 'bout a lighter
bang salute me or just shoot me
Cause if you salute me then my team will do the shooting
my nigga Ace will pull the black jack
The king Mike G is in the cut with the mac
Living the Mafia, bitch, don't get to slacking up
And if these haters up, throw 'em in the aqueduct
Free my nigga Earl, yo, I don't ask for much
But two bad bitches in front of me
4: Mike G]
What the fuck is
Often I leave you flossing and exes next to coffins
in translation, the dreams you chase
Got you diving for the plates like you home base
That's great, I'm alone dreaming of two on ones
With Rihanna and Christina Milian, it on
And Travis is in the closet organizing and hanging the
Three lettermans Ace has been making him
No strays while we catching matinees,
I'm getting blazed thinking 'bout those
I had the top off the GT3 like
One finger in the air, fair when crime 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 we gleam obscene
In the light, ride slow to my yellow shining
Like the Batman logo over Gotham, LA to Harlem
If you say "Get 'em G" then I got 'em
One man squadron, nigga I'm a
From Briggs I got and plans to
Pimp these bitches into pop stars
Humanity kills, we all suffer insanity still
And if I said it then it is or it's gonna be
OF 'til I OD and I will, uh
[Verse 5: Genesis]
still Mr. Smoke-a-Lotta-Pot, get your baby mommy popped
With my other bop, do I love her? prolly not
Know your is not as hot as anything I fuckin' drop
I'm in the zone, stand alone, like Macaulay Cock
I've been blocks since a snotty tot
Big wheel was a big deal with the water
Now I'm all grown, sing songs just to 'em watts
Fire I talk, but still cooler than an Otter Pop
Op Dom shit in your wish list
Mad sick shit, mad dick for bitches
On some slick shit, mistress on my hit list
And I'm lifted 'til I'm out of this bitch
Odd in mothafuckin' area
Blood give me five feet 'fore I bury ya
Suicide flow, let the big carry ya
Tyler got the mask like he Jim Carrey up
And fuck 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, break it down, couple pounds, 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 that
Bro, easy on the ounce, a lot for a day
But enough for a week, my nigga what can I say
I'm hi and I'm Bi, wait, I I'm straight
I'mma give you this wine, the runner just the grapes
My brother it some time, Morris, and Day
Course you know the vibe's as fly as the
On the song, cut and you could sample the
Headphone bleed, make this shit sound
Used to work the grill, and fries
Then I made a mil and them was liars
Now, how fucking crystal balls can I buy and own
Humble old me had to flex for the
Down in Beach pumping iron and bone
Bumping oldies off my phone
Yeah, oldies off my cellular phone

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

Hah, came through with a 9 bar real quick
Just for the bitches, bit of money in my pocket
Fuck it, Wolf
[Verse 8: Earl
Yeah, fuck that, look, for contrast is a of lips
sarapin, settin' fires to sheriffs whips
(Whoosp, whoosp) fuckin' All-American
Crushin' rapper larynx to feed 'em a fuckin' carrot
And me? I just spent a year
And lost a little sanity to you what hysterics is
Spit to the meet the bottom of a barrel
So that sterile piss flow remind niggas where embarrassed is
Narrow, line, might impair him since
I made it back to Fahrenheit, grimey get dinero
Feral, fuckin' ill apparel, pack of parasites
Threw his own youth off the roof paradise
La di da di, back in to fuck the party up
Raidin' fridges, over vases with a tommy gun
Never dollars, poppa make it hockey pucks
And 60 day chips fuckin' awesome anonymous
Call him bloated he show 'em that the flow deluxe
Off the loafers, Four Loko, and a cobra clutch
Vocals bold and rough, evoke a ho to as drum
And let me hit and it with a stick until the hole was numb
The of the potent punch
Scoldin' hot as dunkin' in a Folgers cup
Or Nevada, drivin' drunk a stolen truck
Shittin' like his bust
full of chicken and a fifth of old petroleum
Supernova, I'm rollin' the novices
I'm roamin' through the forest and cold as the porridge is
Stay gold 'til the closed and the story end
Post mortem porkin' this rap and record it
To it to the morgue again, lord of lips
of this, forklift the tippy top, best under 40 list
Stormin' the gate, ensurin' the
Scorchin' motherfucker sore in torso and face
Get at me with savages, a pack of Apache
Indian pack of niggas who don't give a if we nasty as flatulence
As a matter of fact, swagger is tacky
So see me you like Crunchy Black catchin' a taxi
Back like lateral
With that mothafuckin' manner of rappin'
As an addict I let Percocet and relax me
back if your paddies is Maxi, please
[Verse 9: Tyler the
OF, that's all I got
From my bigger brother Frankie to my little Tac
From that father figure Clancy to skatey nigga Naks
Shredding down 'Fax, Wolf Gang run the block
Storefront, tat
Book cover is the lettering on lettermans and cotton socks
And grip tape...and my
Um, I was 15 when I first drew that
5 years later, for our yea we own it
I started an empire, I even old enough
To drink a beer, I'm tipsy off this soda pop
This is for the in the suburbs
And the white kids with friends who say the n-word
And the that got called weird, fag, bitch, nerd
Cause you was into jazz, kitty cats, and Spielberg
They say we acting right
Always try to turn our color into black and white
But they'll never change 'em, understand 'em
Radical's my anthem, turn my fucking up
So instead of critiquing and bitching, being mad as
admit, not only are we talented, we're rad as fuck, bitches

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