Luyện nghe bài hát Oldie

[Intro:
Yo, shout out to everybody that worked on the
You feel me, son? Yo, shouts out to Ty
Shouts out to 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 bandit is tossin' 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, flowin' my pad is the maxiest
My bitch white and black she's been mimickin' a panda
It's the dark skinned nigga, kissin' bitches in
kicking all out like Mr. Lawrence did Pamela
Put her in the chamber all her Wilt Chamberlain
I had a Reason, nigga I was just Ableton
Not a fuckin' Logic contradictin' dick
Flyer than an moshin' in a tar pit
Semen cheetah printed tee
In that five panel, I'll repeat it for the season
Previous items in the
With the normal ass past like I on my team
me (Tried to get that nigga, but, Golf Wang)
[Verse 2: Beats]
To some type of knowledge that is one perception
But you own your 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 boot
And salute like the troop when you shoot you poop
It's KillHodgy, nigga, stay the fuck off my
And out my Kool aid,
[Verse 3: Left
got the juice, I got the gin
Jasper got the Henny, my we get it in
Wolf Gang party at the
I call a ho, you call a ho, and all the tell
You know Left Brain 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 where the at
Nigga I'm tryna smoke, bitch get
Domo where that Flame? Talking 'bout a lighter
Still salute me or just shoot me
Cause if you don't salute me then my will do the shooting
Yeah my nigga Ace pull the black jack
The king Mike G is in the cut with the mac
Living like the Mafia, bitch, don't get to up
And if these haters acting up, throw 'em in the
Free my Earl, yo, I don't really ask for much
But two bad bitches in front of me
[Verse 4: G]
What the fuck is
Often I leave you flossing and cause exes next to
in translation, the dreams you chase
Got you diving for the plates like you stealing base
great, I'm home alone dreaming of two on ones
With and Christina Milian, bring it on
And Travis is in the closet organizing and hanging the
Three lettermans Ace has been making him
No strays 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 crime
My grand scheme of is to be attached
To the game like bitches to their wedding
And you don't need to look cause we gleam obscene
In the light, ride slow to my yellow shining
Like the Batman logo over Gotham, 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 these Polish into pop stars
kills, we all suffer 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
It's still Mr. Smoke-a-Lotta-Pot, get baby mommy popped
With my other snobby bop, do I love her? not
Know your is not as hot as anything I fuckin' drop
Bitch I'm in the zone, stand alone, Macaulay Cock
I've runnin' blocks since a snotty tot
Big wheel was a big with 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 your wish
Mad sick shit, mad dick for bitches
On some slick shit, your on my hit list
And I'm 'til I'm stiff out of this bitch
Odd in your area
Blood clots give me feet 'fore I bury ya
Suicide flow, let the big carry ya
got the mask like he held Jim Carrey up
And fuck your team, ho wassup
Gang so you know 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 looks like Galaga
[Verse 6: Frank
Rent a car for a day
Drive 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 wine, the runner just brought the grapes
My brother it some time, Morris, and Day
Course you know the as fly as the rhymes
On the song, cut and you sample the feel
Headphone bleed, make shit sound real
Used to the grill, fatburger and fries
Then I made a mil and psychics was liars
Now, how many fucking balls can I buy and own
Humble old me had to flex for the
Down in Muscle Beach pumping iron and
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 again but here I go
7: Jasper Dolphin]
Hey it's Jasper, not a rapper
Only on beat to make my racks grow faster
Got a TV show, so I I'm an actor
Pot head, half baked, lookin' Chappelle
Rollin' up a blunt with that fire from
Still ignorant, 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 feel on that bitch 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, fuck that, look, for contrast is a pair of
Swallowin' sarapin, settin' fires to whips
(Whoosp, whoosp) All-American terrorist
Crushin' rapper larynx to feed 'em a carrot stick
And me? I just spent a Ferrisin'
And lost a little to show you what hysterics is
Spit to the meet the bottom of a barrel
So that sterile piss remind these niggas where embarrassed is
Narrow, line, might impair him since
I made it back to Fahrenheit, grimey get 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, over vases with a tommy gun
Never dollars, poppa make it rain hockey
And 60 day chips from fuckin' anonymous
Call him bloated 'til he show 'em 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 potent
Scoldin' hot as scrotum in a Folgers cup
Or Nevada, drivin' drunk inside a stolen
Shittin' his colon bust
full of chicken and a fifth of old petroleum
Supernova, I'm rollin' the novices
I'm roamin' through the forest and spittin' as the porridge is
Stay gold 'til the closed and the story end
Post mortem this rap shit and record it
To escort it to the morgue again, of lips
of this, forklift the tippy top, best under 40 list
Stormin' the gate, the bass
Scorchin' ladies sore in torso and face
Get at me with savages, have a pack of
pack of niggas who don't give a fuck if we nasty as flatulence
As a matter of fact, swagger is tacky
So see me you can't like Crunchy catchin' a taxi
like lateral passin'
With that mothafuckin' gladiator of rappin'
As an addict I let Percocet and Xannies me
Fall back if paddies is Maxi, please
[Verse 9: Tyler the
OF, that's all I got
From my brother Frankie to my little brother Tac
From that father figure Clancy to skatey nigga Naks
Shredding down 'Fax, Wolf Gang run the block
Storefront, tat
Book cover is the same on lettermans and cotton socks
And grip tape...and my
Um, I was 15 when I drew that donut
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 off this 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 Spielberg
say we ain't acting right
Always try to turn our fucking color into black and
But they'll never change 'em, understand 'em
Radical's my anthem, my fucking amps up
So instead of and bitching, being mad as fuck
Just admit, not only are we talented, rad as fuck, bitches

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