Luyện nghe bài hát Oldie

[Intro:
Yo, shout out to everybody that on the album
You feel me, son? Yo, out to Ty Dollas
Shouts out to Hodgy Daddies, shouts out to Left
Shouts out to Domyon, shouts out to Frankie
out to Syd the Dude, shouts out to L-Boy Awk
[Verse 1: the Creator]
Big eared bandit is all his manners
In a bag and wrappin' them in wrap bandages
Tossin' 'em in baskets the rest of those sandwiches
So when he "Catch up, nigga" it looks like an accident
Um, like my pad is the maxiest
My bitch and black like she's 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 just
Not a fuckin' contradictin' dick head
Flyer an ostrich moshin' in a tar pit
scented cheetah printed tee
In that five panel, I'll repeat it for the season
items in the present
With the normal ass past like I on my team
me (Tried to get that nigga, but, Golf Wang)
[Verse 2: Beats]
To have some type of knowledge that is one
But knowin' you own your 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 Mustang horses and went
I'm on my Robin shit, robbing in the hood
Whips, drugs, jewels, and your pet, I'm stealin' rings
diamonds 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 a ho, you call a ho, and all the hoes tell
You know Left Brain need a
I need a bitch to go down a Nitty beat
Yup, uh, and her ass fat
Don't be surprised if I ask the hash at
Nigga I'm tryna smoke, get higher
where that Flocka Flame? Talking 'bout a lighter
Still bang me or just shoot me
Cause if you don't salute me then my team do the shooting
Yeah my nigga Ace will pull the black
The king Mike G is in the cut with the mac
Living like the Mafia, bitch, get to slacking up
And if these acting up, throw 'em in the aqueduct
Free my nigga Earl, yo, I don't ask for much
But two bad bitches in of me cunnilingus
4: Mike G]
What the fuck is
Often I leave you flossing and cause exes to coffins
in translation, the dreams you chase
Got you diving for the plates like you stealing home
That's great, I'm home dreaming of two on ones
With Rihanna and Christina Milian, it on
And Travis is in the organizing and hanging the tramp
Three lettermans that Ace has making him
No strays while we catching matinees,
I'm getting blazed thinking 'bout those
I had the top off the GT3 toupees
One in the air, all's fair when crime pays
My grand scheme of things is to be
To the game like bitches to wedding rings
And you don't need to look cause we gleam 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, I'm a problem
From Briggs I got bars and to
these Polish bitches into pop stars
Humanity kills, we all suffer insanity still
And if I said it then it is or gonna be real
OF I OD and I probably will, uh
[Verse 5: Genesis]
It's still Mr. Smoke-a-Lotta-Pot, get your baby popped
With my other snobby bop, do I her? prolly not
your shit is not as hot as anything I fuckin' drop
Bitch I'm in the zone, stand alone, Macaulay Cock
I've been 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 cooler than an Otter Pop
Op Dom neck in your wish list
Mad sick shit, mad dick for your
On some 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 feet I bury ya
Suicide flow, let the big carry ya
Tyler got the mask like he Jim Carrey up
And fuck team, ho nigga wassup
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 the center looks like Galaga
[Verse 6: Frank
a super car for a day
Drive around 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 nigga can I say
I'm hi and I'm Bi, wait, I mean I'm
I'mma give you wine, the runner just brought 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 could sample the
Headphone bleed, make this shit real
to work the grill, fatburger and fries
Then I made a mil and them was liars
Now, how fucking crystal balls can I buy and own
Humble old me had to flex for the
Down in Muscle Beach pumping and bone
Bumping oldies off my cellular
Yeah, bumping oldies off my phone

Goddammit, this rapping is and it's hard
Gotta do it over and over and again but here I go
[Verse 7: Jasper
Hey it's Jasper, not even a
Only on this beat to my racks grow faster
Got a TV show, so I I'm an actor
Pot head, half baked, like Chappelle
Rollin' up a blunt with fire from hell
ignorant, still hit a bitch
Wolf Gang, nigga, so I still don't give a
me in the back with Miley on my lap
Bong rips as I feel on that little cat

Hah, nigga came through a 9 bar real quick
for the bitches, little bit of money in my pocket
Fuck it, Wolf
[Verse 8: Sweatshirt]
Yeah, fuck that, look, for contrast is a pair of
Swallowin' sarapin, fires to sheriffs whips
(Whoosp, whoosp) fuckin' All-American
Crushin' rapper larynx to 'em a fuckin' carrot stick
And me? I just spent a year
And lost a little sanity to show you hysterics is
Spit to the lips the bottom of a barrel
So that sterile piss flow remind niggas where embarrassed is
Narrow, tight line, might him since
I made it back to Fahrenheit, grimey get type
Feral, fuckin' ill apparel, wearin' of parasites
Threw his own youth off the roof paradise
La di da di, back in here to the party up
Raidin' fridges, tippin' over with a tommy gun
Never dollars, poppa make it hockey pucks
And 60 day from fuckin' awesome anonymous
Call him 'til he show 'em that the flow deluxe
Off the wall loafers, Four Loko, and a cobra
Vocals and rough, evoke a ho to pose as drum
And let me hit and it with a stick until the hole was numb
The of the potent punch
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' the novices
I'm through the forest and spittin' cold as the porridge is
Stay gold the case closed and the story end
Post mortem porkin' rap shit and record it
To escort it to the morgue again, of lips
Bored of this, forklift the top, best under 40 list
Stormin' the gate, the bass
Scorchin' ladies sore in torso and face
Get at me with savages, have a of Apache
Indian pack of niggas who don't give a fuck if we nasty as
As a matter of fact, swagger is tacky
So see me you can't Crunchy Black catchin' a taxi
Back like passin'
With that mothafuckin' manner of rappin'
As an addict I let and Xannies relax me
Fall back if paddies is Maxi, please
9: Tyler the Creator]
OF, shit all I got
From my bigger brother Frankie to my brother Tac
From that father Clancy to that skatey nigga Naks
Shredding down 'Fax, Gang run the fucking block
Storefront, tat
Book cover is the same lettering on 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 even old enough
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 that got called weird, fag, bitch, nerd
Cause you was jazz, kitty cats, and Steven Spielberg
say we ain't acting right
Always try to turn our fucking color into and white
But they'll never change 'em, 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