Luyện nghe bài hát Oldie

[Intro:
Yo, shout out to everybody that worked on the
You me, son? Yo, shouts out to Ty Dollas
Shouts out to Daddies, shouts out to Left Brizzle
out to Domyon, shouts out to Frankie Ocean
Shouts out to Syd the Dude, shouts out to Awk
[Verse 1: Tyler the
Big eared bandit is tossin' all his
In a bag and wrappin' in seran wrap bandages
'em in baskets with the rest of those sandwiches
So when he says "Catch up, nigga" it looks an accident
Um, flowin' my pad is the maxiest
My bitch white and like she's been mimickin' a panda
the dark skinned nigga, kissin' bitches in Canada
Then all out like Mr. Lawrence did Pamela
Put her in the chamber all against her Wilt
I never had a Reason, nigga I was Ableton
Not a fuckin' contradictin' dick head
Flyer than an ostrich in a tar pit
Semen scented cheetah tee
In that 'Preme panel, I'll repeat it for the season
Previous items in the
With the normal ass past like I on my team
It's me (Tried to get nigga, but, Golf Wang)
[Verse 2: Hodgy
To have some type of that is one perception
But knowin' you own opponent is a defeatin' bonus
I'm Zeus to a Kronos, cartridge is boneless
of cowards in lead showers, dead spouses in red blouses
Children who fled houses on horses 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 your Vet, soldiers lace the fuckin'
And salute like the troop when you you gon' poop
It's KillHodgy, nigga, stay the off my stoop
And out my aid, Juice
3: Left Brain]
got the juice, I got the gin
Jasper got the Henny, my we get it in
Gang party at the hotel
I call a ho, you call a ho, and all the tell
You know Brain need a freak
I need a bitch to go down like a Nitty
Yup, uh, and her ass fat
Don't be surprised if I ask the hash at
Nigga I'm tryna smoke, get higher
Domo where that Flocka Flame? Talking a lighter
Still salute me or just shoot me
Cause if you salute me then my team will do the shooting
Yeah my nigga Ace will pull the black
The king Mike G is in the cut with the mac
Living like the Mafia, bitch, get to slacking up
And if these haters acting up, 'em in the aqueduct
Free my nigga Earl, yo, I don't really ask for
But two bad bitches in front of me
[Verse 4: G]
What the is caution?
I leave you flossing and cause exes next to coffins
Lost in translation, the you chase
Got you diving for the plates you stealing home base
great, I'm home alone dreaming of two on ones
With and Christina Milian, bring it on
And is in the closet organizing and hanging the tramp
lettermans that 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, all's fair when pays
My grand of things is to be attached
To the game like bitches to wedding rings
And you even need to look cause we gleam obscene
In the light, slow to my yellow diamond shining
the Batman logo over Gotham, rock LA to Harlem
If you say "Get 'em Mike G" I got 'em
One man squadron, nigga I'm a
Briggs 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 snobby bop, do I love her? prolly not
Know shit 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 the water 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 wish
Mad sick shit, mad dick for your
On slick shit, your mistress on my hit list
And I'm lifted I'm stiff out of this bitch
Odd in your mothafuckin'
Blood clots 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 giving no
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: Ocean]
Rent a car for a day
Drive around with your friends, smoke a gram of haze
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 brought the grapes
My brother give it time, Morris, and Day
Course you the vibe's as fly as the rhymes
On the song, cut and you could sample the
Headphone bleed, make this shit sound
to work the grill, fatburger and fries
Then I a mil and them psychics was liars
Now, how many fucking crystal can I buy and own
old me had to flex for the fogs
Down in Muscle pumping iron and bone
Bumping oldies off my phone
Yeah, bumping oldies off my phone

Goddammit, this is stupid and it's hard
do it over and over and over again but here I go
[Verse 7: Jasper
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' Chappelle
Rollin' up a with that fire from hell
Still ignorant, hit a bitch
Gang, nigga, so I still don't give a shit
Catch me in the with Miley on my lap
rips as I feel on that little bitch cat

Hah, nigga came 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 is a pair of lips
Swallowin' sarapin, settin' fires to sheriffs
(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 meet the bottom of a barrel
So that sterile piss flow these niggas where embarrassed is
Narrow, tight line, might him since
I made it back to Fahrenheit, get dinero type
Feral, fuckin' ill apparel, wearin' pack of
his own youth off the roof after paradise
La di da di, back in to fuck the party up
Raidin' fridges, tippin' over with a tommy gun
Never dollars, make it rain hockey pucks
And 60 day chips from fuckin' awesome
Call him bloated 'til he show 'em the flow deluxe
Off the wall loafers, Four Loko, and a clutch
Vocals bold and rough, evoke a ho to as drum
And let me hit and beat it with a stick until the was numb
The culprit of the punch
Scoldin' hot as dunkin' scrotum in a cup
Or Nevada, drivin' inside a stolen truck
like his colon bust
Belly full of chicken and a fifth of old
Supernova, I'm rollin' the novices
I'm roamin' through the forest and spittin' as the porridge is
Stay gold 'til the case closed and the end
Post porkin' this rap shit and record it
To escort it to the morgue again, lord of
Bored of this, forklift the top, best under 40 list
Stormin' the gate, ensurin' the
Scorchin' ladies motherfucker sore in torso and
Get at me with savages, have a of Apache
pack of niggas who don't give a fuck if we nasty as flatulence
As a matter of fact, your is tacky
So see me you like Crunchy Black catchin' a taxi
Back like lateral
With that mothafuckin' gladiator manner of
As an addict I let Percocet and relax me
Fall if your 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 figure Clancy to that skatey nigga
Shredding 'Fax, Wolf Gang run the fucking block
Storefront, tat
Book cover is the same lettering on and cotton socks
And tape...and my shoes
Um, I was 15 when I first drew donut
5 later, for our label yea we own it
I started an empire, I ain't even old
To drink a fucking beer, I'm tipsy off soda pop
is for the niggers in the suburbs
And the white kids with friends who say the n-word
And the ones got called weird, fag, bitch, nerd
you was into jazz, kitty cats, and Steven Spielberg
They say we acting right
Always try to turn our fucking color into and white
But never change 'em, never understand 'em
Radical's my anthem, turn my 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