Luyện nghe bài hát Oldie

[Intro:
Yo, out to everybody that worked on the album
You me, son? Yo, shouts out to Ty Dollas
out to Hodgy Daddies, shouts out to Left Brizzle
Shouts out to Domyon, shouts out to Frankie
Shouts out to Syd the Dude, shouts out to Awk
1: Tyler the Creator]
Big eared bandit is all his manners
In a bag and them in seran wrap bandages
Tossin' 'em in baskets with the of those sandwiches
So when he "Catch up, nigga" it looks like an accident
Um, like my pad is the maxiest
My bitch white and black like she's been mimickin' a
It's the dark skinned nigga, bitches in Canada
kicking all out like Mr. Lawrence did Pamela
Put her in the chamber all her Wilt Chamberlain
I never had a Reason, I was just Ableton
Not a fuckin' contradictin' dick head
Flyer an ostrich moshin' in a tar pit
Semen scented cheetah tee
In that 'Preme panel, I'll repeat it for the season
Previous in the present
With the normal ass like I cheated on my team
It's me (Tried to get that nigga, but, Wang)
2: Hodgy Beats]
To have type of knowledge that is one perception
But knowin' you own your opponent is a bonus
I'm to a Kronos, cartilage cartridge is boneless
Smiles of cowards in lead showers, dead spouses in red
Children who fled houses on Mustang horses and went
I'm on my Robin shit, robbing in the hood
Whips, drugs, jewels, and pet, I'm stealin' your rings
Coke diamonds and your Vet, soldiers the fuckin' boot
And salute like the troop when you shoot you poop
KillHodgy, nigga, stay the fuck off my stoop
And out my Kool aid,
3: Left Brain]
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 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 smoke, bitch get higher
Domo where that Flocka Flame? Talking a lighter
Still bang salute me or shoot me
Cause if you don't salute me my team will do the shooting
Yeah my nigga Ace will pull the jack
The Mike 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 of me cunnilingus
4: Mike G]
What the is caution?
Often I leave you flossing and cause exes to coffins
Lost in translation, the you chase
Got you diving for the plates like you stealing base
That's great, I'm home alone dreaming of two on
With Rihanna and Milian, bring it on
And is in the closet organizing and hanging the tramp
Three that Ace has been making him
No strays while we catching matinees,
I'm getting blazed thinking 'bout days
I had the top off the GT3 like
One in the air, all's fair when crime pays
My grand scheme of things is to be
To the game like to their wedding rings
And you even need 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 I got bars and plans to
Pimp these Polish bitches pop stars
Humanity kills, we all from insanity still
And if I said it then it is or it's be real
OF I OD and I probably will, uh
5: Domo Genesis]
It's Mr. Smoke-a-Lotta-Pot, get your baby mommy popped
With my other snobby bop, do I love her? not
Know your shit is not as hot as anything I drop
Bitch I'm in the zone, stand alone, Macaulay Cock
I've been runnin' blocks since a tot
Big wheel was a big deal with the water
Now I'm all grown, sing songs just to 'em watts
Fire what I talk, but still cooler than an Pop
Op Dom neck shit in your list
Mad shit, mad dick for your bitches
On some slick shit, your mistress on my hit
And I'm lifted 'til I'm out of this bitch
Odd in mothafuckin' area
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 know we not giving no
You know me dog, I'm a in the cut so I can
Cut it short, break it down, couple pounds, it up

Get me a rug where the center looks like Galaga
[Verse 6: Frank
Rent a car for a day
around with your friends, smoke a gram 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 give it some time, Morris, and Day
Course you know the as fly as the rhymes
On the song, cut and you could sample the
bleed, make this shit sound real
Used to work the grill, and fries
Then I made a mil and them was liars
Now, how many fucking crystal can I buy and own
old me had to flex for the fogs
Down in Beach pumping iron and bone
Bumping off my cellular phone
Yeah, bumping off my cellular phone

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

Hah, nigga came through with a 9 bar quick
Just for the bitches, little bit of in my pocket
Fuck it, Gang
8: Earl Sweatshirt]
Yeah, fuck that, look, for is a pair of lips
Swallowin' sarapin, settin' fires to sheriffs
(Whoosp, whoosp) All-American terrorist
rapper larynx to feed 'em a fuckin' carrot stick
And me? I just spent a Ferrisin'
And lost a little sanity to you what hysterics is
Spit to the lips the bottom of a barrel
So that sterile flow remind these niggas where embarrassed is
Narrow, tight line, impair him since
I it back to Fahrenheit, grimey get dinero type
Feral, fuckin' ill apparel, wearin' pack of
Threw his own youth off the roof after
La di da di, back in here to fuck the up
Raidin' fridges, over vases with a tommy gun
Never dollars, poppa make it rain hockey
And 60 day from 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, a ho to pose 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' in a Folgers cup
Or Nevada, drivin' drunk inside a truck
Shittin' like his colon
Belly full of chicken and a fifth of old
Supernova, I'm rollin' over the
I'm roamin' through the forest and spittin' as the porridge is
Stay gold 'til the case closed and the end
mortem 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
the gate, ensurin' the bass
Scorchin' ladies motherfucker in torso and face
Get at me with savages, have a pack of
Indian pack of who don't give a fuck if we nasty as flatulence
As a of fact, your swagger is tacky
So see me you like Crunchy Black catchin' a taxi
like lateral passin'
With that mothafuckin' gladiator manner of
As an addict I let and Xannies relax me
back if your paddies is Maxi, please
[Verse 9: the Creator]
OF, that's all I got
From my bigger Frankie to my little brother Tac
From that figure Clancy to that skatey nigga Naks
down 'Fax, Wolf Gang run the fucking block
Storefront, tat
cover is the same 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 ain't even old
To drink a fucking beer, I'm tipsy off soda pop
This is for the in the suburbs
And the white kids 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 ain't acting
Always try to turn our fucking color into and white
But they'll never change 'em, never 'em
Radical's my anthem, turn my fucking up
So instead of critiquing and bitching, mad as fuck
Just admit, not only are we talented, rad as fuck, bitches

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