Luyện nghe bài hát Oldie

[Intro:
Yo, shout out to everybody worked on the album
You feel me, Yo, shouts out to Ty Dollas
Shouts out to Hodgy Daddies, out to Left Brizzle
Shouts out to Domyon, out to Frankie Ocean
Shouts out to Syd the Dude, shouts out to Awk
[Verse 1: the Creator]
Big eared is tossin' all his manners
In a bag and wrappin' in seran wrap bandages
Tossin' 'em in with the rest of those sandwiches
So he says "Catch up, nigga" it looks like an accident
Um, flowin' my pad is the maxiest
My bitch white and black like she's mimickin' a panda
It's the dark skinned nigga, kissin' bitches in
Then kicking all out like Mr. Lawrence did
Put her in the chamber all her Wilt Chamberlain
I never had a Reason, nigga I was Ableton
Not a fuckin' Logic contradictin' dick
Flyer than an moshin' in a tar pit
scented cheetah printed tee
In that 'Preme panel, I'll repeat it for the season
Previous in the present
With the normal ass past I cheated on my team
It's me (Tried to get nigga, but, Golf Wang)
[Verse 2: Hodgy
To have some type of that is one perception
But knowin' you own opponent is a defeatin' bonus
I'm Zeus to a Kronos, cartridge is boneless
Smiles of cowards in lead showers, spouses in red blouses
Children who fled houses on horses and went joustin'
I'm on my Robin shit, robbing in the hood
Whips, drugs, jewels, and pet, I'm stealin' your rings
Coke diamonds and your Vet, lace the fuckin' boot
And salute like the troop you shoot you gon' poop
It's KillHodgy, nigga, the fuck off my stoop
And out my Kool aid,
[Verse 3: 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 call a ho, and all the hoes
You know Left Brain a freak
I need a bitch to go down like a 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 Flocka Flame? Talking 'bout a lighter
bang salute me or just shoot me
Cause if you salute me then my team will do the shooting
Yeah my nigga Ace will pull the black
The king Mike G is in the cut the black mac
Living like the Mafia, bitch, get to slacking up
And if these haters up, throw 'em in the aqueduct
Free my nigga Earl, yo, I really ask for much
But two bad in front of me cunnilingus
4: Mike G]
What the is caution?
Often I leave you flossing and cause exes to coffins
in translation, the dreams you chase
Got you diving for the like you stealing home 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 that Ace has been him
No while we catching matinees, huh?
I'm getting blazed thinking 'bout those
I had the top off the GT3 like
One finger in the air, all's fair when crime
My grand of things is to be attached
To the game like bitches to wedding rings
And you don't even need to look cause we obscene
In the light, ride slow to my yellow shining
Like the Batman 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 and plans to
these Polish bitches into 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]
still Mr. Smoke-a-Lotta-Pot, get your baby mommy popped
With my other snobby bop, do I love prolly not
Know your shit is not as hot as anything I fuckin'
Bitch I'm in the zone, stand alone, like Cock
I've runnin' blocks since a snotty tot
Big was a big deal with the water Glocks
Now I'm all grown, sing just to give 'em watts
Fire what I talk, but still cooler than an Pop
Op Dom neck shit in your wish
Mad sick shit, mad dick for bitches
On some shit, your mistress on my hit list
And I'm lifted 'til I'm out of this bitch
Odd in your mothafuckin'
Blood clots me five feet 'fore I bury ya
flow, let the big wave carry ya
Tyler got the mask he held Jim Carrey up
And fuck your team, ho wassup
Wolf Gang so you know we not giving no
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 where the center looks Galaga
[Verse 6: Ocean]
a super car for a day
Drive around with your friends, 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 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
Headphone bleed, make this shit sound
Used to work the grill, and fries
I made a mil and them psychics was liars
Now, how many fucking balls can I buy and own
Humble old me had to flex for the
Down in Muscle Beach iron and bone
Bumping oldies off my cellular
Yeah, bumping oldies off my cellular

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

Hah, came through with a 9 bar real quick
Just for the bitches, bit of money in my pocket
it, Wolf Gang
[Verse 8: Sweatshirt]
Yeah, fuck that, look, for contrast is a of lips
Swallowin' sarapin, settin' fires to sheriffs
(Whoosp, whoosp) All-American terrorist
rapper larynx to feed 'em a fuckin' carrot stick
And me? I spent a year 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 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' of parasites
his own youth off the roof after paradise
La di da di, back in to fuck the party up
Raidin' fridges, over vases with a tommy gun
dollars, poppa make it rain hockey pucks
And 60 day chips from fuckin' anonymous
Call him 'til he show 'em that the flow deluxe
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 until the was numb
The culprit of the potent
hot as dunkin' scrotum in a Folgers cup
Or Nevada, drivin' drunk a stolen truck
like his colon bust
Belly of chicken and a fifth of old petroleum
Supernova, I'm rollin' over the
I'm roamin' through the forest and cold as the porridge is
gold 'til the case closed and the story end
Post mortem porkin' rap shit and record it
To it to the morgue again, lord of lips
of this, forklift the tippy top, best under 40 list
Stormin' the gate, the bass
Scorchin' ladies motherfucker sore in torso and
Get at me with savages, have a of Apache
Indian pack of niggas who don't give a 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 lateral passin'
With that mothafuckin' manner of rappin'
As an addict I let Percocet and Xannies me
Fall if your paddies is Maxi, please
9: Tyler the Creator]
OF, that's all I got
my bigger brother Frankie to my little brother Tac
From that father figure Clancy to skatey nigga Naks
Shredding 'Fax, Wolf Gang run the fucking block
Storefront, tat
Book is the same lettering on lettermans and cotton socks
And grip tape...and my
Um, I was 15 when I first drew that
5 years later, for our yea we own it
I started an empire, I ain't old enough
To drink a fucking beer, I'm off this soda pop
This is for the in the suburbs
And the white with nigger friends who say the n-word
And the that got called weird, fag, bitch, nerd
Cause you was into jazz, kitty cats, and Steven
They say we ain't right
Always try to turn our fucking color into and white
But they'll change 'em, never understand 'em
my anthem, turn my fucking amps up
So instead of critiquing and bitching, mad as fuck
Just admit, not are we talented, we're rad as fuck, bitches

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