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 Daddies, shouts out to Left Brizzle
Shouts out to Domyon, out to Frankie Ocean
out to Syd the Dude, shouts out to L-Boy Awk
[Verse 1: the Creator]
Big eared is tossin' all his manners
In a bag and wrappin' them in seran bandages
'em in baskets with the rest of those sandwiches
So when he says "Catch up, nigga" it looks like an
Um, like my pad is the maxiest
My bitch white and black like been mimickin' a panda
It's the dark nigga, kissin' bitches in Canada
Then kicking all out Mr. Lawrence did Pamela
Put her in the all against her Wilt Chamberlain
I never had a Reason, nigga I was just
Not a Logic contradictin' dick head
Flyer an ostrich moshin' in a tar pit
scented cheetah printed tee
In that 'Preme five panel, repeat it for the season
Previous in the present
With the normal ass past like I on my team
It's me (Tried to get that nigga, but, Wang)
[Verse 2: Beats]
To have some type of knowledge that is one
But knowin' you own your is a defeatin' bonus
I'm Zeus to a Kronos, cartridge is boneless
Smiles of cowards in lead showers, dead 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' your
Coke diamonds and your Vet, soldiers lace the fuckin'
And salute 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
Wolf Gang party at the
I call a ho, you a ho, and all the hoes tell
You know Brain need a freak
I a bitch to go down like a Nitty beat
Yup, uh, and her ass fat
be surprised if I ask where the hash at
Nigga I'm tryna smoke, get higher
where that Flocka Flame? Talking 'bout a lighter
Still bang me or just shoot me
Cause if you don't salute me my team will do the shooting
Yeah my nigga Ace will pull the jack
The king G is in the cut with the black mac
like the Mafia, bitch, don't get to slacking up
And if haters acting up, throw 'em in the aqueduct
my nigga Earl, yo, I don't really ask for much
But two bad bitches in front of me
4: Mike G]
What the is caution?
Often I leave you flossing and cause exes next to
in translation, the dreams you chase
Got you for the plates like you stealing home base
That's great, I'm home alone 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 making him
No strays while we catching matinees,
I'm getting blazed thinking those days
I had the top off the GT3 like
One finger in the air, all's fair crime pays
My scheme of things is to be attached
To the game bitches to their wedding rings
And you don't even need to look we gleam obscene
In the light, ride slow to my yellow diamond
Like the logo 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 insanity still
And if I said it then it is or it's be real
OF 'til I OD and I will, uh
[Verse 5: Genesis]
It's still Mr. Smoke-a-Lotta-Pot, get your mommy popped
With my other snobby bop, do I love prolly not
your shit is not as hot as anything I fuckin' drop
Bitch I'm in the zone, stand alone, Macaulay Cock
I've been blocks since a snotty tot
Big wheel was a big deal with the Glocks
Now I'm all grown, sing songs just to give 'em
what I talk, but still cooler than an Otter Pop
Op Dom neck shit in your list
Mad sick shit, mad for your bitches
On some shit, your mistress on my hit list
And I'm lifted 'til I'm stiff out of bitch
Odd in your area
clots give me five feet 'fore I bury ya
Suicide flow, let the big wave ya
got the mask like he held 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 with your friends, smoke a gram of that haze
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 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, this shit sound real
Used to work the grill, and fries
Then I made a mil and them was liars
Now, how many crystal balls can I buy and own
Humble old me had to for the fogs
Down in Muscle Beach iron and bone
oldies off my cellular phone
Yeah, oldies off my cellular phone

Goddammit, this is stupid and it's hard
Gotta do it and over and over again but here I go
[Verse 7: Dolphin]
Hey Jasper, not even a rapper
Only on 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
Catch me in the with Miley on my lap
Bong rips as I feel on little bitch 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 contrast is a pair of
Swallowin' sarapin, settin' to sheriffs whips
(Whoosp, whoosp) fuckin' All-American
Crushin' rapper larynx to feed 'em a carrot stick
And me? I spent a year Ferrisin'
And lost a little sanity to you what hysterics is
Spit to the lips meet the of a barrel
So that sterile piss remind these niggas where embarrassed is
Narrow, tight line, impair him since
I made it back to Fahrenheit, grimey get dinero
Feral, fuckin' ill apparel, wearin' pack of
Threw his own youth off the after paradise
La di da di, back in to fuck the party up
Raidin' fridges, tippin' vases with a tommy gun
Never dollars, poppa make it rain hockey
And 60 day chips from fuckin' anonymous
him bloated 'til he show 'em that the flow deluxe
Off the loafers, Four Loko, and a cobra clutch
bold and rough, evoke a ho to pose as drum
And let me hit and beat it with a until the hole was numb
The culprit of the punch
Scoldin' hot as scrotum in a Folgers cup
Or Nevada, drivin' drunk inside a stolen
Shittin' like his colon
Belly full of and a fifth of old petroleum
Supernova, I'm rollin' over the
I'm through the forest and spittin' cold as the porridge is
Stay gold 'til the closed and the story end
Post porkin' this rap shit and record it
To escort it to the morgue again, lord of
Bored of this, forklift the tippy top, under 40 list
the gate, ensurin' the bass
Scorchin' motherfucker sore in torso and face
Get at me with savages, have a of Apache
Indian pack of niggas who don't give a fuck if we as flatulence
As a of fact, your swagger is tacky
So see me you like Crunchy Black catchin' a taxi
Back lateral passin'
With that gladiator manner of rappin'
As an addict I let Percocet and Xannies me
Fall back if paddies is Maxi, please
9: Tyler the Creator]
OF, that's all I got
From my bigger brother Frankie to my little Tac
From that father Clancy to that skatey nigga Naks
Shredding down 'Fax, Gang run the fucking block
Storefront, tat
Book cover is the lettering on lettermans and cotton socks
And grip tape...and my
Um, I was 15 I first drew that donut
5 years later, for our yea we own it
I started an empire, I ain't even old
To drink a beer, I'm tipsy off this soda pop
This is for the in the suburbs
And the white with nigger friends who say the n-word
And the ones that got called weird, fag, bitch,
Cause you was into jazz, kitty cats, and Steven
They say we acting right
Always try to our fucking color into black and white
But they'll never change 'em, never 'em
Radical's my anthem, turn my fucking up
So of critiquing and bitching, being mad as fuck
Just admit, not only are we talented, rad as fuck, bitches

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