Luyện nghe bài hát Oldie

[Intro:
Yo, shout out to everybody that on the album
You feel me, son? Yo, shouts out to Ty
Shouts out to Hodgy Daddies, out to Left Brizzle
Shouts out to Domyon, shouts out to Frankie
Shouts out to Syd the Dude, out to L-Boy Awk
1: Tyler the Creator]
Big eared bandit is tossin' all his
In a bag and them in seran wrap bandages
Tossin' 'em in baskets with the rest of those
So when he "Catch up, nigga" it looks like an accident
Um, flowin' like my pad is the
My bitch and black like she's been mimickin' a panda
It's the dark skinned nigga, kissin' bitches in
Then 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' Logic contradictin' head
Flyer an ostrich moshin' in a tar pit
scented cheetah printed tee
In that 'Preme panel, I'll repeat it for the season
Previous items in the
With the normal ass past like I cheated on my
It's me (Tried to get nigga, but, Golf Wang)
2: Hodgy Beats]
To some type of knowledge that is one perception
But knowin' you own your opponent is a defeatin'
I'm Zeus to a Kronos, cartilage cartridge is
Smiles of cowards in lead showers, dead in red blouses
Children who fled houses on Mustang and went joustin'
I'm on my Hood shit, robbing in the hood
Whips, drugs, jewels, and your pet, I'm stealin' rings
Coke diamonds and Vet, soldiers lace the fuckin' boot
And salute like the troop when you you gon' poop
KillHodgy, nigga, stay the fuck 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 a ho, you call a ho, and all the hoes tell
You know Left need a freak
I need a to go down like 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
where that Flocka Flame? Talking 'bout a lighter
Still salute me or just shoot me
Cause if you don't salute me then my team do the shooting
Yeah my Ace will pull the black jack
The king Mike G is in the cut with the mac
Living like the Mafia, bitch, get to slacking up
And if these haters up, throw 'em in the aqueduct
Free my nigga Earl, yo, I don't really ask for
But two bad bitches in of me cunnilingus
[Verse 4: G]
What the fuck is
Often I leave you flossing and cause exes to coffins
in translation, the dreams you chase
Got you diving for the plates you stealing home base
That's great, I'm alone dreaming of two on ones
With Rihanna and Milian, bring it on
And Travis is in the closet and hanging the tramp
lettermans 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 is to be attached
To the game like bitches to their rings
And you don't even to look cause we gleam obscene
In the light, ride slow to my diamond shining
Like the Batman logo Gotham, rock LA to Harlem
If you say "Get 'em G" then I got 'em
One man squadron, nigga I'm a
From Briggs I got bars and to
Pimp these Polish into pop stars
Humanity kills, we all from insanity still
And if I it then 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 snobby bop, do I love her? prolly not
Know your shit is not as hot as anything I fuckin'
Bitch I'm in the zone, stand alone, like Macaulay
I've been runnin' blocks a snotty tot
Big wheel was a big deal the water Glocks
Now I'm all grown, sing songs 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 your
On slick shit, your mistress on my hit list
And I'm lifted 'til I'm out of this bitch
Odd in your mothafuckin'
clots give me five feet 'fore I bury ya
Suicide flow, let the big carry ya
Tyler got the like he held Jim Carrey up
And your team, ho nigga wassup
Gang so you know we not giving 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 the center looks like Galaga
[Verse 6: Ocean]
Rent a car for a day
around 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 mean I'm
I'mma give you this wine, the runner just brought the
My brother it some 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 made a mil and psychics was liars
Now, how many crystal balls 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, oldies off my cellular phone

Goddammit, this rapping is stupid and it's
Gotta do it over and over and over but here I go
[Verse 7: Jasper
Hey it's Jasper, not even a
Only on this beat to make my racks faster
Got a TV show, so I guess I'm an
Pot head, half baked, lookin' Chappelle
Rollin' up a blunt with that fire from
Still ignorant, still hit a
Wolf Gang, nigga, so I still give 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 real
for the bitches, little bit of money in my pocket
Fuck it, Wolf
[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 carrot stick
And me? I just spent a year
And lost a little sanity to show you hysterics is
Spit to the lips meet the bottom of a
So that sterile piss flow remind these niggas embarrassed is
Narrow, tight line, might impair him
I made it to Fahrenheit, grimey get dinero type
Feral, fuckin' ill apparel, wearin' of parasites
Threw his own off the roof after paradise
La di da di, in here to fuck the party up
Raidin' fridges, tippin' vases with a tommy gun
Never dollars, poppa it rain hockey pucks
And 60 day chips from fuckin' awesome
Call him bloated he show 'em that the flow deluxe
Off the wall loafers, Loko, and a cobra clutch
Vocals 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
Shittin' his colon bust
Belly of chicken and a fifth of old petroleum
Supernova, I'm rollin' over the
I'm roamin' through the and spittin' cold as the porridge is
Stay gold 'til the case closed and the end
Post mortem porkin' this rap and record it
To it to the morgue again, lord of lips
Bored of this, the tippy top, best under 40 list
Stormin' the gate, the bass
Scorchin' ladies motherfucker in torso and face
Get at me savages, have a pack of Apache
Indian pack of niggas who give a fuck if we nasty as flatulence
As a matter of fact, swagger is tacky
So see me you like Crunchy Black catchin' a taxi
Back like passin'
With that mothafuckin' manner of rappin'
As an addict I let and Xannies relax me
Fall if your paddies is Maxi, please
9: Tyler the Creator]
OF, that's all I got
my bigger brother Frankie to my little brother Tac
From that father figure to that skatey nigga Naks
Shredding down 'Fax, Gang run the fucking block
Storefront, tat
cover is the same lettering on lettermans and cotton socks
And tape...and my shoes
Um, I was 15 I first drew that donut
5 later, for our label 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 niggers in the
And the kids with nigger friends who say the n-word
And the that got called weird, fag, bitch, nerd
Cause you was into jazz, kitty cats, and Spielberg
say we ain't 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, mad as fuck
Just admit, not only are we talented, rad as fuck, bitches

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