Luyện nghe bài hát Oldie

[Intro:
Yo, shout out to everybody that on the album
You feel me, son? Yo, out to Ty Dollas
out to Hodgy Daddies, shouts out to Left Brizzle
Shouts out to Domyon, shouts out to Frankie
out to Syd the Dude, shouts out to L-Boy Awk
[Verse 1: Tyler the
Big bandit is tossin' all his manners
In a bag and wrappin' them in seran bandages
Tossin' 'em in baskets with the 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 she's been a panda
It's the dark skinned nigga, bitches in Canada
kicking all out like 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' contradictin' dick head
Flyer than an ostrich in a tar pit
scented cheetah printed tee
In that 'Preme five panel, repeat it for the season
Previous items in the
With the normal ass past like I cheated on my
It's me (Tried to get that nigga, but, Wang)
2: Hodgy Beats]
To have type of knowledge that is one perception
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
Children who fled houses on Mustang and went joustin'
I'm on my Robin Hood shit, robbing in the
Whips, drugs, jewels, and your pet, I'm your rings
Coke diamonds and your Vet, lace the fuckin' boot
And salute like the troop when you shoot you gon'
It's KillHodgy, nigga, the fuck off my stoop
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 call a ho, and all the hoes
You know Left Brain a freak
I need a bitch to go down like a Nitty
Yup, uh, and her ass fat
be surprised if I ask where the hash at
Nigga I'm tryna smoke, get higher
Domo where that Flocka Flame? Talking 'bout a
Still bang me or just shoot me
Cause if you don't me then my team will do the shooting
Yeah my nigga Ace will pull the jack
The king G is in the cut with the black mac
Living like the Mafia, bitch, get to slacking up
And if these haters acting up, throw 'em in the
my nigga 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 to coffins
Lost in translation, the you chase
Got you diving for the plates like you stealing base
great, I'm home alone dreaming of two on ones
With Rihanna and Milian, bring it on
And Travis is in the closet organizing and hanging the
Three lettermans Ace has been making him
No strays while we catching matinees,
I'm getting blazed 'bout those days
I had the top off the GT3 like
One finger in the air, all's fair when crime
My grand scheme of things is to be
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 Batman logo over Gotham, rock LA to
If you say "Get 'em Mike G" I got 'em
One man squadron, I'm a problem
From Briggs I got and plans to
Pimp these bitches into pop stars
Humanity kills, we all suffer from insanity
And if I said it then it is or gonna be real
OF I OD and I probably will, uh
[Verse 5: Domo
It's still Mr. Smoke-a-Lotta-Pot, get your baby popped
With my other bop, do I love her? 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 been runnin' blocks a snotty tot
Big was a big deal with the water Glocks
Now I'm all grown, sing songs just to 'em watts
Fire 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 'til I'm stiff out of this bitch
Odd in your area
Blood clots give me five feet 'fore I ya
Suicide flow, let the big carry ya
got the mask like he held Jim Carrey up
And fuck team, ho nigga wassup
Wolf Gang so you know we not no fucks
You know me dog, I'm a in the cut so I can
Cut it short, it down, couple pounds, roll it up

Get me a Persian rug where the center looks Galaga
[Verse 6: Ocean]
a super car for a day
Drive around with your friends, smoke a gram of haze
Bro, on the ounce, that's 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
give you this wine, the runner just brought the grapes
My brother give it time, Morris, and Day
Course you the vibe's as fly as the rhymes
On the song, cut and you could the feel
bleed, make this shit sound real
Used to the grill, fatburger and fries
Then I made a mil and them was liars
Now, how many fucking balls can I buy and own
Humble old me had to flex for the
Down in Beach 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: Jasper
Hey Jasper, not even a rapper
Only on this to make my racks grow faster
Got a TV show, so I guess I'm an
Pot head, baked, lookin' like Chappelle
up a blunt with that fire from hell
Still ignorant, still hit a
Wolf Gang, nigga, so I don't give a shit
Catch me in the back with on my lap
Bong rips as I feel on that little cat

Hah, nigga came through with a 9 bar real
Just for the bitches, bit of money in my pocket
Fuck it, Wolf
[Verse 8: Earl
Yeah, fuck that, look, for is a pair of lips
Swallowin' sarapin, fires to sheriffs whips
(Whoosp, whoosp) All-American terrorist
Crushin' rapper to feed 'em a fuckin' carrot stick
And me? I just spent a year
And lost a little to show you what hysterics is
Spit to the lips meet the bottom of a
So sterile piss flow remind these niggas where embarrassed is
Narrow, tight line, might him since
I made it back to Fahrenheit, grimey get dinero
Feral, fuckin' ill apparel, pack of parasites
his own youth off the roof after paradise
La di da di, back in here to fuck the up
Raidin' fridges, tippin' over vases 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 flow
Off the wall loafers, Four Loko, and a clutch
Vocals bold and rough, evoke a ho to pose as
And let me hit and beat it with a stick the hole was numb
The culprit of the punch
Scoldin' hot as dunkin' in a Folgers cup
Or Nevada, drivin' inside a stolen truck
Shittin' his colon bust
Belly full of and a fifth of old petroleum
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
Post mortem porkin' this rap shit and it
To escort it to the morgue again, 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 matter of fact, swagger is tacky
So see me you like Crunchy Black catchin' a taxi
Back like lateral
With mothafuckin' gladiator manner of rappin'
As an addict I let and Xannies relax me
Fall if your paddies is Maxi, please
[Verse 9: Tyler the
OF, shit all I got
From my brother Frankie to my little brother Tac
From father figure Clancy to that skatey nigga Naks
Shredding 'Fax, Wolf Gang run the fucking block
Storefront, tat
Book is the same lettering on lettermans and cotton socks
And tape...and my shoes
Um, I was 15 when I drew that donut
5 later, for our label yea we own it
I started an empire, I ain't even old
To drink a fucking beer, I'm tipsy off soda pop
This is for the in the suburbs
And the white kids with nigger who say the n-word
And the ones that got weird, fag, bitch, nerd
you was into jazz, kitty cats, and Steven Spielberg
They say we ain't right
try to turn our fucking color into black and white
But never change 'em, never understand 'em
Radical's my anthem, turn my fucking 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, Wang