Luyện nghe bài hát Oldie

[Intro:
Yo, shout out to everybody that on the album
You feel me, son? Yo, out to Ty Dollas
out to Hodgy Daddies, shouts out to Left Brizzle
Shouts out to Domyon, out to Frankie Ocean
Shouts out to Syd the Dude, shouts out to Awk
1: Tyler the Creator]
Big bandit is tossin' all his manners
In a bag and wrappin' them in seran bandages
Tossin' 'em in baskets with the rest of sandwiches
So he says "Catch up, nigga" it looks like an accident
Um, flowin' like my pad is the
My bitch white and black like she's mimickin' a panda
the dark skinned nigga, kissin' bitches in Canada
Then kicking all out like Mr. Lawrence did
Put her in the chamber all against her Wilt
I never had a Reason, nigga I was just
Not a fuckin' Logic contradictin' dick
Flyer than an moshin' in a tar pit
scented cheetah printed tee
In that 'Preme five panel, I'll it for the season
items 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: Beats]
To have some type of that is one perception
But knowin' you own your 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 Mustang horses and joustin'
I'm on my Robin Hood shit, in the hood
Whips, drugs, jewels, and pet, I'm stealin' your rings
Coke diamonds and your Vet, soldiers lace the fuckin'
And salute like the when you shoot you gon' poop
It's KillHodgy, nigga, the fuck off my stoop
And out my aid, Juice
[Verse 3: Left
got the juice, I got the gin
Jasper got the Henny, my we get it in
Wolf Gang at the hotel
I a ho, you call a ho, and all the hoes tell
You Left Brain need a freak
I need a bitch to go down like a Nitty
Yup, uh, and her ass fat
be surprised if I ask where the hash at
Nigga I'm smoke, bitch get higher
Domo where Flocka Flame? Talking 'bout a lighter
Still bang salute me or shoot me
Cause if you don't salute me then my team will do the
Yeah my nigga Ace pull the black jack
The king Mike G is in the cut the black mac
like the Mafia, bitch, don't get to slacking up
And if these haters acting up, throw 'em in the
my nigga Earl, yo, I don't really ask for much
But two bad in front of me cunnilingus
[Verse 4: G]
What the fuck is
Often I you flossing and cause exes next to coffins
Lost in translation, the dreams you
Got you diving for the plates you stealing home base
That's great, I'm home alone of two on ones
Rihanna and Christina Milian, bring it on
And Travis is in the closet organizing and hanging the
Three lettermans 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 fair when pays
My grand scheme of things is to be
To the game like bitches to their rings
And you don't even to look cause we gleam obscene
In the light, ride to my yellow diamond shining
Like the Batman logo over Gotham, LA to Harlem
If you say "Get 'em G" then I got 'em
One man squadron, I'm a problem
From Briggs I got and plans to
Pimp these bitches into pop stars
Humanity kills, we all from insanity still
And if I said it it is or it's gonna be real
OF 'til I OD and I will, uh
[Verse 5: Genesis]
It's still Mr. Smoke-a-Lotta-Pot, get baby mommy popped
With my other snobby bop, do I love her? not
your shit is not as hot as anything I fuckin' drop
Bitch I'm in the zone, stand alone, like Macaulay
I've been blocks since a snotty tot
Big wheel was a big deal with the Glocks
Now I'm all grown, songs just to give 'em watts
Fire I talk, but still cooler than an Otter Pop
Op Dom neck in your wish list
Mad sick shit, mad dick for bitches
On some slick shit, your on my hit list
And I'm lifted 'til I'm stiff out of bitch
Odd in your mothafuckin'
Blood clots give me five feet I bury ya
flow, let the big wave carry ya
Tyler got the mask like he Jim Carrey up
And fuck your team, ho wassup
Wolf Gang so you we not giving no fucks
You know me dog, I'm a in the cut so I can
Cut it short, break it down, pounds, roll it up

Get me a Persian rug where the center looks like
6: Frank Ocean]
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 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 brought the
My give it some time, Morris, and Day
you know the vibe's as fly as the rhymes
On the song, cut and you could sample the
Headphone bleed, make this shit sound
Used to the grill, fatburger and fries
I made a mil and them psychics was liars
Now, how many fucking balls can I buy and own
Humble old me had to flex for the
Down in Muscle pumping iron and bone
Bumping oldies off my cellular
Yeah, bumping oldies off my cellular

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

Hah, nigga came through with a 9 bar quick
Just for the bitches, bit of money in my pocket
Fuck it, Gang
[Verse 8: Earl
Yeah, that, look, for contrast is a pair of lips
Swallowin' sarapin, settin' fires to whips
(Whoosp, whoosp) All-American terrorist
Crushin' rapper to feed 'em a fuckin' carrot stick
And me? I just a year Ferrisin'
And lost a little sanity to show you what is
Spit to the lips meet the bottom of a
So that sterile piss flow remind these niggas where is
Narrow, line, might impair him since
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
fridges, tippin' over vases with a tommy gun
Never dollars, poppa make it rain pucks
And 60 day chips from awesome anonymous
Call him bloated 'til he '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 the hole was numb
The culprit of the punch
Scoldin' hot as scrotum in a Folgers cup
Or Nevada, drunk inside a stolen truck
like his colon bust
Belly full of chicken and a fifth of old
Supernova, I'm over the novices
I'm roamin' the forest and spittin' cold as the porridge is
Stay gold 'til the case closed and the end
mortem porkin' this rap shit 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, the bass
ladies motherfucker sore in torso and face
Get at me with savages, a pack of Apache
pack of niggas who don't give a fuck if we nasty as flatulence
As a of fact, your swagger is tacky
So see me you can't Crunchy Black catchin' a taxi
Back like passin'
With mothafuckin' gladiator manner of rappin'
As an I let Percocet and Xannies relax me
Fall back if your paddies is Maxi,
[Verse 9: 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 'Fax, Wolf Gang run the fucking block
Storefront, tat
Book cover is the same lettering on lettermans and socks
And grip tape...and my
Um, I was 15 when I first drew donut
5 later, for our label yea we own it
I an empire, I ain't even old enough
To drink a beer, I'm tipsy off this soda pop
is for the niggers in the suburbs
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, cats, and Steven Spielberg
They say we acting right
Always try to turn our fucking color into black and
But they'll never 'em, never understand 'em
Radical's my anthem, turn my fucking up
So instead of and bitching, being mad as fuck
admit, not only are we talented, we're rad as fuck, bitches

OFM, on your FM
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