Luyện nghe bài hát Oldie

yeah, that
look, the is a pair of lips
swallowin syrup and fires to sheriffs whip
all american terrorist
crushin rapper to feed em a fuckin carrot stick
and me? i just a year ferrisin and
and i lost a sanity to show you what hysterics is
spit to the lips meet the bottom of a
so that sterile piss remind these niggas where embarrassed is
narrow, tight line, impair him
since i made it back to fahrenheit, grimey get type
pharoah pillow tear wearin pack of parasite
threw his own loofa off the roof paradise
ladidadi back in here to the party up
raiding fridges, tipping vases with a tommy gun
never dollars, pop would make it hockey pucks
60 day from fuckin awesome anonymous
call him bloated til he show them that the deluxe
off the loafers, four loko, and a cobra clutch
vocals bold and rough, evoke a ho to pose his
let me hit him, hit it with a stick the ho was numb
of the potent punch
scolding hot as dunking scrotum in a cup or nevada
driving drunk a stolen truck
like his colon bust
belly full of and a fifth of old petroleum
supernova, im rollin over the
im through the forest and spittin cold as the porridge is
gold til the case closed and the story end
post mortem this rap shit and record it
to it to the morgue again
lord of lips, bored of
forklift the top, best under 40 list
stormin the gate, whos sure in the base, ladies
fortunately these motherfuckers soarin, torso and
get at me with savages, have a pack of
indian pack of who dont give a fuck if we nasty as flatulence
as a matter of fact, swagger is tacky so see me you cant
like black cats in a taxi
back like lateral
that motherfucking gladiator manner of rapping
as an addict i let percocets and xannies me
back if your paddies is maxi