Luyện nghe bài hát Oldie

[Intro:
Yo, shout out to everybody that worked on the
You me, son? Yo, shouts out to Ty Dollas
Shouts out to Hodgy Daddies, shouts out to Left
out to Domyon, shouts out to Frankie Ocean
Shouts out to Syd the Dude, out to L-Boy Awk
[Verse 1: the Creator]
Big eared bandit is tossin' all his
In a bag and wrappin' in seran wrap bandages
Tossin' 'em in baskets the rest of those sandwiches
So when he says "Catch up, nigga" it looks like an
Um, like my pad is the maxiest
My white and black like she's been mimickin' a panda
It's the dark skinned nigga, kissin' bitches in
Then kicking all out Mr. Lawrence did Pamela
Put her in the chamber all her Wilt Chamberlain
I never had a Reason, nigga I was just
Not a fuckin' Logic contradictin' dick
than an ostrich moshin' in a tar pit
Semen scented cheetah tee
In that 'Preme five panel, I'll repeat it for the
items in the present
With the normal ass past like I cheated on my
It's me (Tried to get nigga, but, Golf Wang)
[Verse 2: Beats]
To have some of knowledge that is one perception
But knowin' you own your is a defeatin' bonus
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 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 you shoot you gon' 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
Gang party at the hotel
I call a ho, you a ho, and all the hoes tell
You know Left 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
Still bang salute me or just me
Cause if you don't salute me then my team do the shooting
my nigga Ace will pull the black jack
The king Mike G is in the cut with the mac
like the Mafia, bitch, don't get to slacking up
And if these acting up, throw 'em in the aqueduct
Free my nigga Earl, yo, I 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 next to coffins
Lost in translation, the you chase
Got you for the plates like you stealing home base
That's great, I'm alone dreaming of two on ones
With Rihanna and Christina Milian, it on
And is in the closet organizing and hanging the tramp
Three that Ace has been making him
No strays we catching matinees, huh?
I'm getting blazed thinking 'bout those
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 bitches to their rings
And you even need to look cause we gleam obscene
In the light, ride slow to my diamond shining
the Batman logo over Gotham, rock LA to Harlem
If you say "Get 'em G" then I got 'em
One man squadron, I'm a problem
From Briggs I got bars and to
Pimp these Polish bitches pop stars
Humanity kills, we all suffer insanity still
And if I said it then it is or it's gonna be
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 bop, do I love her? prolly not
Know your shit is not as hot as anything I drop
Bitch I'm in the zone, stand alone, like Macaulay
I've been runnin' blocks a snotty tot
Big wheel was a big deal with the Glocks
Now I'm all grown, songs just to give 'em watts
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 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 fuck your team, ho wassup
Wolf Gang so you 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 the center looks like Galaga
[Verse 6: Frank
Rent a car for a day
Drive around with your friends, smoke a gram of haze
Bro, easy on the ounce, a lot for a day
But just enough for a week, my nigga 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 give 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
bleed, make this shit sound real
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
Humble old me had to flex for the
Down in Muscle pumping iron and bone
Bumping off my cellular phone
Yeah, bumping oldies off my cellular

Goddammit, this is stupid and it's hard
do it over and over and over again but here I go
[Verse 7: Dolphin]
Hey it's Jasper, not a rapper
Only on beat to make my racks grow faster
Got a TV show, so I guess I'm an
Pot head, half baked, lookin' like
up a blunt with that fire from hell
Still ignorant, hit a bitch
Gang, nigga, so I still don't give a shit
Catch me in the with Miley on my lap
rips as I feel on that little bitch cat

Hah, nigga came through with a 9 bar quick
Just for the bitches, little bit of money in my
it, Wolf Gang
[Verse 8: Sweatshirt]
Yeah, that, look, for contrast is a pair of lips
Swallowin' sarapin, settin' fires to sheriffs
(Whoosp, whoosp) All-American terrorist
Crushin' rapper larynx to feed 'em a fuckin' stick
And me? I spent a year Ferrisin'
And lost a little sanity to show you what is
Spit to the meet the bottom of a barrel
So that piss flow remind these niggas where embarrassed is
Narrow, tight line, might him since
I made it back to Fahrenheit, grimey get type
Feral, fuckin' ill apparel, wearin' pack of
Threw his own youth off the roof paradise
La di da di, back in here to fuck the up
Raidin' fridges, tippin' over vases with a gun
Never dollars, poppa make it rain hockey
And 60 day chips fuckin' awesome anonymous
Call him bloated 'til he show 'em that the deluxe
Off the loafers, Four 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 until the was numb
The of the potent punch
Scoldin' hot as dunkin' scrotum in a cup
Or Nevada, drivin' drunk inside a truck
Shittin' his colon bust
Belly full of chicken and a fifth of old
Supernova, I'm rollin' over the
I'm roamin' through the forest and cold as the porridge is
Stay gold 'til the closed and the story end
mortem porkin' this rap shit and record it
To escort it to the morgue again, lord of
Bored of this, forklift the tippy top, best under 40
the gate, ensurin' the bass
Scorchin' ladies sore in torso and face
Get at me with savages, have a pack of
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 a taxi
Back like passin'
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, shit all I got
my bigger brother Frankie to my little brother Tac
From that father Clancy to that skatey nigga Naks
Shredding down 'Fax, Wolf Gang run the fucking
Storefront, tat
cover is the same lettering on lettermans and cotton socks
And tape...and my shoes
Um, I was 15 when I first 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
is for the niggers in the suburbs
And the white kids nigger friends who say the n-word
And the that got called weird, fag, bitch, nerd
Cause you was jazz, kitty cats, and Steven Spielberg
They say we ain't right
try to turn our fucking color into black and white
But they'll never change 'em, understand 'em
my anthem, turn my fucking amps up
So of critiquing and bitching, being mad as fuck
admit, not only are we talented, we're rad as fuck, bitches

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