Luyện nghe bài hát Oldie

[Intro:
Yo, shout out to that worked on the album
You feel me, Yo, shouts out to Ty Dollas
Shouts out to Hodgy Daddies, shouts out to Brizzle
Shouts out to Domyon, shouts out to Ocean
out to Syd the Dude, shouts out to L-Boy Awk
[Verse 1: Tyler the
Big eared is tossin' all his manners
In a bag and wrappin' them in wrap bandages
Tossin' 'em in with the rest of those sandwiches
So he says "Catch up, nigga" it looks like an accident
Um, flowin' like my pad is the
My bitch white and black like been 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 her Wilt Chamberlain
I never had a Reason, nigga I was Ableton
Not a fuckin' contradictin' dick head
Flyer than an ostrich in a tar pit
Semen cheetah printed tee
In 'Preme five 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 nigga, but, Golf Wang)
[Verse 2: Hodgy
To have some type of knowledge that is one
But knowin' you own your opponent is a defeatin'
I'm Zeus to a Kronos, cartridge is boneless
Smiles of cowards in lead showers, dead in red blouses
who fled 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 and your Vet, soldiers lace the fuckin' boot
And salute like the troop when you shoot you poop
It's KillHodgy, nigga, stay the off my stoop
And out my aid, Juice
[Verse 3: Brain]
got the juice, I got the gin
Jasper got the Henny, my we get it in
Wolf party at the hotel
I call a ho, you a ho, and all the hoes tell
You Left Brain need a freak
I need a bitch to go 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
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 Ace will pull the black jack
The king Mike G is in the cut the black mac
like the Mafia, bitch, don't 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 bitches in front of me
4: Mike G]
What the is caution?
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 home
That's great, I'm home alone dreaming of two on
With Rihanna and Milian, bring it on
And Travis is in the closet organizing and hanging the
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 toupees
One finger in the air, all's fair crime pays
My grand of things is to be attached
To the game like bitches to wedding rings
And you don't need to look cause we gleam obscene
In the light, ride slow to my yellow shining
the Batman logo over 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 bitches pop stars
Humanity kills, we all suffer from insanity
And if I said it it is or it's gonna be real
OF I OD and I probably will, uh
[Verse 5: Genesis]
It's still Mr. Smoke-a-Lotta-Pot, get baby mommy popped
With my other snobby bop, do I her? prolly not
Know your shit is not as hot as I fuckin' drop
Bitch I'm in the zone, stand alone, like Cock
I've been runnin' blocks a snotty tot
Big wheel was a big deal with the water
Now I'm all grown, songs just to give 'em watts
what I talk, but still cooler than an Otter Pop
Op Dom neck shit in your wish
Mad sick shit, mad dick for bitches
On some slick shit, mistress on my hit list
And I'm lifted 'til I'm stiff out of bitch
Odd in your area
Blood clots give me five 'fore I bury ya
Suicide flow, let the big wave 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, pounds, roll it up

Get me a Persian rug where the center looks Galaga
[Verse 6: Ocean]
Rent a 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 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 brought the
My brother it some time, Morris, and Day
Course you know the as fly as the rhymes
On the song, cut and you could the feel
Headphone bleed, make this shit sound
Used to 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 Beach pumping iron and bone
Bumping oldies off my phone
Yeah, bumping off my cellular phone

Goddammit, this is stupid and it's hard
Gotta do it and over and over again but here I go
[Verse 7: Jasper
Hey it's Jasper, not even a
Only on this beat to my racks grow 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
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 feel on little bitch cat

Hah, nigga through with a 9 bar real quick
Just for the bitches, little bit of money in my
Fuck it, Gang
8: Earl Sweatshirt]
Yeah, that, look, for contrast is a pair of lips
sarapin, settin' fires to sheriffs 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 sanity to show you what hysterics is
Spit to the lips meet the bottom of a
So that sterile piss flow remind these niggas where is
Narrow, line, might impair him since
I made it back to Fahrenheit, get dinero type
Feral, fuckin' ill apparel, pack of parasites
Threw his own youth off the roof paradise
La di da di, back in to fuck the party up
fridges, tippin' over vases with a tommy gun
Never dollars, poppa make it rain hockey
And 60 day from fuckin' awesome anonymous
Call him bloated 'til he show 'em that the deluxe
Off the wall loafers, Four Loko, and a cobra
Vocals bold and rough, evoke a ho to pose as
And let me hit and beat it with a stick until the hole was
The culprit of the potent
Scoldin' hot as dunkin' scrotum in a cup
Or Nevada, drunk inside a stolen truck
Shittin' like his bust
Belly full of chicken and a fifth of old
Supernova, I'm rollin' over the
I'm through the forest and spittin' cold 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 again, lord of lips
Bored of this, forklift the top, best under 40 list
the gate, ensurin' the bass
Scorchin' motherfucker sore in torso and face
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 of fact, your swagger is tacky
So see me you can't like Crunchy Black a taxi
Back like lateral
With that mothafuckin' manner of rappin'
As an addict I let Percocet and relax me
back if your paddies is Maxi, please
[Verse 9: the Creator]
OF, shit all I got
From my brother Frankie to my little brother Tac
From that father figure to that skatey nigga Naks
down 'Fax, Wolf Gang run the fucking block
Storefront, tat
Book cover is the same lettering on 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 an empire, I ain't even old enough
To drink a fucking beer, I'm tipsy off this pop
is for the niggers in the suburbs
And the white kids with nigger friends who say the
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 into black and white
But they'll change 'em, never understand 'em
Radical's my anthem, turn my fucking up
So instead of critiquing and bitching, being mad as
admit, not only are we talented, we're rad as fuck, bitches

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