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 Ocean
Shouts out to Syd the Dude, shouts out to Awk
1: Tyler the Creator]
Big eared bandit is tossin' all his
In a bag and wrappin' in seran wrap bandages
'em in baskets with the rest of those sandwiches
So he says "Catch up, nigga" it looks like an accident
Um, like my pad is the maxiest
My bitch white and black like been mimickin' a panda
It's the dark skinned nigga, kissin' in Canada
Then kicking all out Mr. Lawrence did Pamela
Put her in the chamber all against her Wilt
I never had a Reason, nigga I was Ableton
Not a fuckin' Logic dick head
Flyer an ostrich moshin' in a tar pit
Semen scented printed tee
In 'Preme five panel, I'll repeat it for the season
Previous items in the
With the ass past like I cheated on my team
It's me (Tried to get nigga, but, Golf Wang)
2: Hodgy Beats]
To have some of knowledge that is one perception
But knowin' you own your opponent is a defeatin'
I'm Zeus to a Kronos, cartridge is boneless
of cowards in lead showers, dead spouses in red blouses
Children who fled houses on Mustang horses and went
I'm on my Hood shit, robbing in the hood
Whips, drugs, jewels, and your pet, I'm stealin' rings
Coke and your Vet, soldiers lace the fuckin' boot
And salute the troop when you shoot you gon' poop
It's KillHodgy, nigga, stay the fuck off my
And out my Kool aid,
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 call a ho, you 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 tryna smoke, bitch get
Domo where Flocka Flame? Talking 'bout a lighter
bang salute me or just shoot me
Cause if you don't salute me then my team will do the
my nigga Ace will pull the black jack
The king G is in the cut with the black mac
Living like the Mafia, bitch, don't get to up
And if haters acting up, throw 'em in the aqueduct
Free my Earl, yo, I don't really ask for much
But two bad bitches in of me cunnilingus
[Verse 4: G]
What the fuck is
Often I leave you flossing and cause exes next to
Lost in translation, the dreams you
Got you diving for the plates like you stealing home
That's great, I'm home alone of two on ones
With Rihanna and Milian, bring it on
And Travis is in the closet organizing and hanging the
Three lettermans that Ace has been him
No strays while we matinees, huh?
I'm getting blazed thinking 'bout those
I had the top off the GT3 like
One in the air, all's fair when crime pays
My scheme of things is to be attached
To the game like bitches to their wedding
And you don't even need to look cause we obscene
In the light, slow to my yellow diamond shining
Like the 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
these Polish bitches into pop stars
Humanity kills, we all from insanity still
And if I said it then it is or it's be real
OF 'til I OD and I will, uh
5: Domo Genesis]
It's still Mr. Smoke-a-Lotta-Pot, get your mommy popped
With my other bop, do I love her? prolly not
Know shit is not as hot as anything I fuckin' drop
Bitch I'm in the zone, alone, like Macaulay Cock
I've been runnin' since a snotty tot
Big was a big deal with the water Glocks
Now I'm all grown, sing songs just to give 'em
Fire what I talk, but cooler than an Otter Pop
Op Dom shit in your wish list
Mad shit, mad dick for your bitches
On slick shit, your mistress on my hit list
And I'm lifted I'm stiff out of this bitch
Odd in your mothafuckin'
Blood clots give me five 'fore I bury ya
flow, let the big wave carry ya
Tyler got the like he held Jim Carrey up
And fuck your team, ho nigga
Wolf Gang so you 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 where the looks like Galaga
[Verse 6: Frank
a super car for a day
Drive around with your friends, smoke a 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 mean I'm
I'mma give you this wine, the runner just the grapes
My brother give it time, Morris, and Day
Course you know the vibe's as fly as the
On the song, cut and you sample the feel
bleed, make this shit sound real
Used to the grill, fatburger and fries
Then I made a mil and them psychics was
Now, how many crystal balls can I buy and own
old me had to flex for the fogs
Down in Muscle Beach pumping iron and
Bumping oldies off my cellular
Yeah, bumping off my cellular phone

Goddammit, this rapping is and it's hard
Gotta do it over and over and again but here I go
7: Jasper Dolphin]
Hey it's Jasper, not even a
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 from hell
Still ignorant, hit a bitch
Wolf Gang, nigga, so I still don't give a
Catch me in the with 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, little bit of money in my
Fuck it, Gang
[Verse 8: Earl
Yeah, fuck that, look, for contrast is a pair of
Swallowin' sarapin, settin' fires to sheriffs
(Whoosp, whoosp) fuckin' All-American
Crushin' rapper to feed 'em a fuckin' carrot stick
And me? I just a year Ferrisin'
And lost a little to show you what hysterics is
Spit to the meet the bottom of a barrel
So that sterile piss flow these niggas where embarrassed is
Narrow, line, might impair him since
I it back to Fahrenheit, grimey get dinero type
Feral, fuckin' ill apparel, wearin' of parasites
Threw his own youth off the after paradise
La di da di, back in to fuck the party up
Raidin' fridges, tippin' over with a tommy gun
Never dollars, poppa it rain hockey pucks
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 pose as
And let me hit and beat it with a until the hole 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 bust
Belly full of and a fifth of old petroleum
Supernova, I'm rollin' the novices
I'm roamin' through the forest and cold as the porridge is
Stay gold 'til the closed and the story end
Post porkin' this rap shit 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
ladies motherfucker sore in torso and face
Get at me with savages, a pack of Apache
Indian pack of niggas who give a fuck if we nasty as flatulence
As a matter of fact, your is tacky
So see me you can't like Crunchy Black catchin' a
Back like lateral
With that gladiator manner 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 bigger brother to my little brother Tac
From that father figure Clancy to that nigga Naks
Shredding down 'Fax, Wolf run the fucking block
Storefront, tat
Book cover is the same lettering on lettermans and cotton
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 ain't even old
To a fucking beer, I'm tipsy off this soda pop
This is for the in the suburbs
And the white kids with friends who say the n-word
And the that got called weird, fag, bitch, nerd
Cause you was into jazz, cats, and Steven Spielberg
say we ain't acting right
Always try to turn our fucking color black and white
But they'll never change 'em, never 'em
Radical's my anthem, my fucking amps up
So instead of critiquing and bitching, being mad as
Just admit, not are we talented, we're rad as fuck, bitches

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