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
[Verse 1: Tyler the
Big eared is tossin' all his manners
In a bag and them in seran wrap bandages
Tossin' 'em in baskets the rest of those sandwiches
So when he says "Catch up, nigga" it looks an accident
Um, flowin' like my pad is the
My bitch white and black like she's mimickin' a panda
It's the skinned nigga, kissin' bitches in Canada
kicking all out like Mr. Lawrence did Pamela
Put her in the chamber all against her Chamberlain
I never had a Reason, nigga I was Ableton
Not a fuckin' contradictin' dick head
than 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
the normal ass past like I cheated on my team
It's me (Tried to get that nigga, but, Wang)
2: Hodgy Beats]
To have some type of knowledge is one perception
But knowin' you own your opponent is a defeatin'
I'm Zeus to a Kronos, cartilage is boneless
Smiles of cowards in showers, dead spouses in red blouses
Children who houses on Mustang horses and went joustin'
I'm on my Robin Hood shit, robbing in the
Whips, drugs, jewels, and your pet, I'm stealin' rings
Coke diamonds and your Vet, soldiers lace the boot
And salute like the when you shoot you gon' poop
It's KillHodgy, nigga, stay the fuck off my
And out my aid, Juice
[Verse 3: 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 Brain need a freak
I need a bitch to go down a Nitty beat
Yup, uh, and her ass fat
Don't be if I ask where the hash at
Nigga I'm tryna smoke, bitch get
Domo where that Flocka Flame? Talking a lighter
bang 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 Mike G is in the cut with the black mac
Living like the Mafia, bitch, get to slacking up
And if haters acting up, throw 'em in the aqueduct
Free my nigga Earl, yo, I don't ask for much
But two bad in front of me cunnilingus
[Verse 4: G]
What the fuck is
Often I leave you flossing and cause next to coffins
Lost in translation, the dreams you
Got you diving for the plates like you stealing base
That's great, I'm alone dreaming of two on ones
With and Christina 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 blazed thinking 'bout those days
I had the top off the GT3 like
One finger in the air, fair when crime pays
My grand of things is to be attached
To the game like to their wedding rings
And you don't need to look cause we gleam obscene
In the light, ride to my yellow 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 Polish bitches 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: Domo
still Mr. Smoke-a-Lotta-Pot, get your baby mommy popped
With my other snobby bop, do I love prolly not
Know your shit is not as hot as I fuckin' drop
I'm in the zone, stand alone, like Macaulay Cock
I've runnin' blocks since a snotty tot
Big wheel was a big deal the water Glocks
Now I'm all grown, sing songs to give 'em watts
Fire what I talk, but cooler than an Otter Pop
Op Dom neck shit in wish list
Mad shit, mad dick for your bitches
On slick shit, your mistress on my hit list
And I'm lifted 'til I'm stiff out of this
Odd in your area
Blood clots give me five feet 'fore I ya
flow, let the big wave carry ya
Tyler got the mask like he held Jim up
And fuck team, ho nigga wassup
Wolf 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, 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 gram of that
Bro, easy on the ounce, a lot for a day
But just enough for a week, my what can I say
I'm hi and I'm Bi, wait, I I'm straight
I'mma give you wine, the runner just brought the grapes
My brother give it time, Morris, and Day
Course you know the as fly as the rhymes
On the song, cut and you sample the feel
Headphone bleed, this shit sound real
Used to the grill, fatburger and fries
Then I made a mil and them psychics was
Now, how fucking crystal balls can I buy and own
old me had to flex for the fogs
Down in Muscle pumping iron and bone
oldies off my cellular phone
Yeah, oldies off my cellular phone

Goddammit, this rapping is and it's hard
Gotta do it and over and over again but here I go
7: Jasper Dolphin]
Hey it's Jasper, not even a
Only on this to make my racks grow faster
Got a TV show, so I I'm an actor
Pot head, half baked, like Chappelle
Rollin' up a blunt with that fire from
ignorant, still hit a bitch
Wolf Gang, nigga, so I still give a shit
Catch me in the back Miley on my lap
Bong rips as I on that little 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: Earl
Yeah, fuck that, look, for is a pair of lips
Swallowin' sarapin, settin' fires to sheriffs
(Whoosp, whoosp) fuckin' terrorist
Crushin' rapper to feed 'em a fuckin' carrot stick
And me? I just spent a Ferrisin'
And lost a little sanity to show you hysterics is
Spit to the lips meet the of a barrel
So that sterile piss remind these niggas where embarrassed is
Narrow, tight line, impair him since
I it back to Fahrenheit, grimey get dinero type
Feral, ill apparel, wearin' pack of parasites
Threw his own youth off the roof after
La di da di, back in to fuck the party up
Raidin' fridges, tippin' over vases a tommy gun
Never dollars, poppa make it rain hockey
And 60 day chips from fuckin' awesome
Call him bloated 'til he show 'em that the flow
Off the wall loafers, Loko, and a cobra clutch
Vocals bold and rough, evoke a ho to as drum
And let me hit and beat it with a stick until the hole was
The culprit of the punch
Scoldin' hot as dunkin' scrotum in a cup
Or Nevada, drivin' drunk inside a stolen
Shittin' like his bust
Belly full of chicken and a fifth of old
Supernova, I'm rollin' the novices
I'm roamin' through the forest and spittin' cold as the is
Stay gold 'til the closed and the story end
Post mortem porkin' this rap and record it
To escort it to the again, lord of lips
Bored of this, forklift the tippy top, best 40 list
the gate, ensurin' the bass
Scorchin' ladies motherfucker sore in and face
Get at me with savages, a pack of Apache
Indian pack of niggas who don't give a if we nasty as flatulence
As a matter of fact, your is tacky
So see me you like Crunchy Black catchin' a taxi
Back lateral passin'
With that gladiator manner of rappin'
As an addict I let Percocet and Xannies me
Fall if your paddies is Maxi, please
[Verse 9: the Creator]
OF, shit all I got
From my bigger Frankie to my little brother Tac
From that father figure to that skatey nigga Naks
Shredding down 'Fax, Wolf Gang run the 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 even old enough
To drink a beer, I'm tipsy off this soda pop
This is for the niggers in the
And the white with nigger friends who say the n-word
And the ones that got called weird, fag, bitch,
Cause you was into jazz, cats, and Steven Spielberg
They say we acting right
Always try to turn our fucking color into and white
But they'll never 'em, never understand 'em
Radical's my anthem, my fucking amps up
So instead of critiquing and bitching, being mad as
admit, not only are we talented, we're rad as fuck, bitches

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