Luyện nghe bài hát Oldie

[Intro:
Yo, out to everybody that worked on the album
You feel me, Yo, shouts out to Ty Dollas
out to Hodgy Daddies, shouts out to Left Brizzle
Shouts out to Domyon, out to Frankie Ocean
Shouts out to Syd the Dude, out to L-Boy Awk
1: Tyler the Creator]
Big eared bandit is tossin' all his
In a bag and wrappin' in seran wrap bandages
Tossin' 'em in baskets with the rest of those
So when he says "Catch up, nigga" it looks an accident
Um, flowin' my pad is the maxiest
My white and black like she's been mimickin' a panda
It's the dark nigga, kissin' bitches in Canada
Then kicking all out like Mr. Lawrence did
Put her in the all against her Wilt Chamberlain
I never had a Reason, nigga I was just
Not a fuckin' Logic contradictin' dick
Flyer than an moshin' in a tar pit
scented cheetah printed tee
In that 'Preme five panel, I'll repeat it for the
Previous items in the
With the ass past like I cheated on my team
It's me (Tried to get that nigga, but, Wang)
2: Hodgy Beats]
To have some type of knowledge is one perception
But knowin' you own your opponent is a bonus
I'm Zeus to a Kronos, cartilage is boneless
Smiles of in lead showers, dead spouses in red blouses
Children who fled houses on Mustang horses and joustin'
I'm on my Robin 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 like the troop when you shoot you poop
It's KillHodgy, nigga, stay the 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 a ho, and all the hoes tell
You know Left Brain need a
I need a bitch to go down like a beat
Yup, uh, and her ass fat
Don't be surprised if I ask where the 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 salute me then my will do the shooting
Yeah my nigga Ace will the black jack
The king G is in the cut with the black mac
Living the Mafia, bitch, don't get to slacking up
And if haters acting up, throw 'em in the aqueduct
my nigga Earl, yo, I don't really ask for much
But two bad bitches in of me cunnilingus
[Verse 4: G]
the fuck is caution?
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 home
That's great, I'm alone dreaming of two on ones
With and Christina Milian, bring it on
And Travis is in the closet organizing and the tramp
lettermans that Ace has been making him
No strays while we catching matinees,
I'm blazed thinking 'bout those days
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 bitches to their wedding rings
And you don't even need to look cause we gleam
In the light, ride to my yellow diamond 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
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 then it is or it's be real
OF I OD and I probably will, uh
[Verse 5: Domo
It's still Mr. Smoke-a-Lotta-Pot, get your baby mommy
With my other snobby bop, do I love her? not
your shit is not as hot as anything I fuckin' drop
Bitch I'm in the zone, stand alone, like Macaulay
I've been blocks since a snotty tot
Big wheel was a big deal with the water
Now I'm all grown, sing just to give '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 your
On some shit, your mistress on my hit list
And I'm lifted 'til I'm stiff out of bitch
Odd in mothafuckin' area
Blood clots me five feet 'fore I bury ya
Suicide flow, let the big carry ya
Tyler got the like he held Jim Carrey up
And your team, ho nigga wassup
Wolf 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, couple pounds, it up

Get me a Persian rug where the center looks Galaga
[Verse 6: Frank
a super 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 enough for a week, my 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 give it time, Morris, and Day
Course you the vibe's as fly as the rhymes
On the song, cut and you sample the feel
Headphone bleed, make this shit sound
Used to work the grill, fatburger and
Then I a mil and them psychics was liars
Now, how many fucking crystal can I buy and own
Humble old me had to for the fogs
Down in Muscle pumping iron and bone
Bumping oldies off my phone
Yeah, bumping off my cellular phone

Goddammit, this rapping is stupid and it's
Gotta do it over and over and over again but I go
[Verse 7: 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 fire from hell
Still ignorant, still hit a
Wolf Gang, nigga, so I still give a shit
Catch me in the back with 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, Wolf
[Verse 8: Earl
Yeah, fuck that, look, for contrast is a pair of
sarapin, settin' fires to sheriffs whips
(Whoosp, whoosp) fuckin' All-American
Crushin' rapper larynx to feed 'em a carrot stick
And me? I just spent a year
And lost a little sanity to show you what is
to the lips meet the bottom of a barrel
So that sterile piss remind these niggas where embarrassed is
Narrow, tight line, might impair him
I made it back to Fahrenheit, grimey get dinero
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
fridges, tippin' over vases with a tommy gun
Never dollars, poppa make it rain pucks
And 60 day chips from fuckin' anonymous
Call him bloated 'til he 'em that the flow deluxe
Off the loafers, Four Loko, and a cobra 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
hot as dunkin' scrotum in a Folgers cup
Or Nevada, drivin' drunk inside a truck
Shittin' like his bust
Belly 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
gold 'til the case closed and the story end
Post mortem porkin' this rap 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' ladies motherfucker sore in and face
Get at me with savages, a pack of Apache
Indian of niggas who don't give a fuck if we nasty as flatulence
As a matter of fact, your is tacky
So see me you can't like Black catchin' a taxi
Back like lateral
With mothafuckin' gladiator manner of rappin'
As an I let Percocet and Xannies relax me
Fall back if your paddies is Maxi,
[Verse 9: Tyler the
OF, shit all I got
From my bigger brother to my little brother Tac
From that father Clancy to that skatey nigga Naks
Shredding 'Fax, Wolf Gang run the fucking block
Storefront, tat
Book cover is the same lettering on lettermans and socks
And grip tape...and my
Um, I was 15 when I first drew donut
5 later, for our label yea we own it
I started an empire, I even old enough
To a fucking beer, I'm tipsy off this soda pop
This is for the in the suburbs
And the white with nigger friends who say the n-word
And the ones that got weird, fag, bitch, nerd
Cause you was into jazz, kitty cats, and Steven
They say we ain't acting
Always try to turn our fucking color into and white
But they'll change 'em, never understand 'em
Radical's my anthem, turn my amps up
So instead of critiquing and bitching, being mad as
Just admit, not only are we talented, rad as fuck, bitches

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