Luyện nghe bài hát Oldie

[Intro:
Yo, shout out to everybody that on the album
You me, son? Yo, shouts out to Ty Dollas
Shouts out to Hodgy Daddies, shouts out to Brizzle
Shouts out to Domyon, shouts out to Ocean
Shouts out to Syd the Dude, out to L-Boy Awk
1: Tyler the Creator]
Big eared bandit is all his manners
In a bag and wrappin' them in seran bandages
'em in baskets with the rest of those sandwiches
So he says "Catch up, nigga" it looks like an accident
Um, flowin' 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 all out like Mr. Lawrence did Pamela
Put her in the chamber all her Wilt Chamberlain
I had a Reason, nigga I was just Ableton
Not a fuckin' Logic dick head
Flyer than an ostrich in a tar pit
Semen scented cheetah tee
In that five panel, I'll repeat it for the season
Previous in the present
With the normal ass past I cheated on my team
It's me (Tried to get that nigga, but, Wang)
[Verse 2: Hodgy
To have type of knowledge that is one perception
But you own your opponent is a defeatin' bonus
I'm Zeus to a Kronos, cartridge is boneless
Smiles of in lead showers, dead spouses in red blouses
Children who houses on Mustang 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, soldiers 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 at the hotel
I call a ho, you a ho, and all the hoes tell
You know Brain need a freak
I need a bitch to go down a Nitty beat
Yup, uh, and her ass fat
Don't be surprised if I ask the hash at
Nigga I'm tryna smoke, get higher
Domo that Flocka Flame? Talking 'bout a lighter
Still bang salute me or just me
if you don't salute me then my team will do the shooting
Yeah my nigga Ace will 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 acting 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 cause exes next to
Lost in translation, the 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 Milian, bring it on
And Travis is in the organizing and hanging the tramp
Three that Ace has been making him
No while we catching matinees, huh?
I'm getting blazed 'bout those days
I had the top off the GT3 toupees
One finger in the air, all's when crime pays
My grand of things is to be attached
To the game like bitches to their rings
And you even need to look cause we gleam obscene
In the light, ride slow to my yellow diamond
Like the Batman over Gotham, rock LA to Harlem
If you say "Get 'em Mike G" I got 'em
One man squadron, nigga I'm a
From I got bars and plans to
Pimp Polish 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 I OD and I probably will, uh
5: Domo Genesis]
It's still Mr. Smoke-a-Lotta-Pot, get your baby popped
With my other snobby bop, do I love her? 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' blocks a snotty tot
Big wheel was a big deal with the water
Now I'm all grown, sing songs to give 'em watts
Fire what I talk, but cooler than an Otter Pop
Op Dom neck 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 mothafuckin' area
Blood clots me five feet 'fore I bury ya
Suicide flow, let the big carry ya
got the mask like he held Jim Carrey up
And fuck your team, ho wassup
Wolf so you know we not giving 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 center like Galaga
[Verse 6: Frank
a super car for a day
Drive around with your friends, smoke a of that 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
I'mma give you this wine, the runner just 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 sample the feel
Headphone bleed, make this shit sound
Used to work the grill, and fries
Then I made a mil and them psychics was
Now, how many fucking crystal can I buy and own
Humble old me had to flex for the
Down in Muscle pumping iron and bone
Bumping oldies off my phone
Yeah, bumping oldies off my phone

Goddammit, this rapping is stupid and hard
Gotta do it and over and over again but here I go
[Verse 7: Dolphin]
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' like
Rollin' up a blunt with that from hell
Still ignorant, still hit a
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 bitch cat

Hah, nigga came with a 9 bar real quick
Just for the bitches, bit of money in my pocket
it, Wolf Gang
[Verse 8: Sweatshirt]
Yeah, fuck that, look, for is a pair of lips
Swallowin' sarapin, fires to sheriffs whips
(Whoosp, whoosp) fuckin' All-American
Crushin' rapper larynx to feed 'em a fuckin' stick
And me? I just a year Ferrisin'
And lost a little sanity to you what hysterics is
Spit to the lips the bottom of a barrel
So that sterile piss flow remind 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 youth off the roof paradise
La di da di, back in here to the party up
fridges, tippin' over vases with a tommy gun
Never dollars, poppa make it rain hockey
And 60 day chips from fuckin' awesome
Call him '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 stick until the was numb
The culprit of the potent
hot as dunkin' scrotum in a Folgers cup
Or Nevada, drivin' inside a stolen truck
Shittin' like his bust
Belly full of chicken and a fifth of old
Supernova, I'm rollin' over the
I'm through the forest and spittin' cold as the porridge is
Stay gold 'til the case and the story end
Post mortem porkin' this rap and record it
To escort it to the morgue again, of lips
Bored of this, forklift the tippy top, best 40 list
the gate, ensurin' the bass
Scorchin' ladies motherfucker sore in torso and
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 matter of fact, swagger is tacky
So see me you like Crunchy Black catchin' a taxi
Back lateral passin'
With that gladiator manner of rappin'
As an I let Percocet and Xannies relax me
Fall if your paddies is Maxi, please
9: Tyler the Creator]
OF, shit all I got
my bigger brother Frankie to my little brother Tac
From that figure Clancy to that skatey nigga Naks
Shredding 'Fax, Wolf Gang run the fucking block
Storefront, tat
Book is the same lettering on lettermans and cotton socks
And grip tape...and my
Um, I was 15 when I drew that donut
5 years later, for our yea we own it
I started an empire, I ain't even old
To drink a fucking beer, I'm tipsy off this pop
is for the niggers in the suburbs
And the white kids with nigger friends who say the
And the ones got called weird, fag, bitch, nerd
Cause you was jazz, kitty cats, and Steven Spielberg
They say we ain't acting
Always try to turn our fucking color into and white
But they'll never 'em, never understand 'em
Radical's my anthem, turn my fucking up
So of critiquing and bitching, being mad as fuck
admit, not only are we talented, we're rad as fuck, bitches

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