Luyện nghe bài hát Oldie

yeah, that
look, the contrast is a of lips
swallowin syrup and settin to sheriffs whip
all american terrorist
crushin larynx to feed em a fuckin carrot stick
and me? i just a year ferrisin and
and i lost a little sanity to show you what is
spit to the meet the bottom of a barrel
so sterile piss flow remind these niggas where embarrassed is
narrow, line, might impair him
since i made it back to fahrenheit, get dinero type
pharoah fuckin pillow tear wearin pack of
threw his own loofa off the after paradise
ladidadi back in here to fuck the up
raiding fridges, tipping over vases a tommy gun
never dollars, pop would it rain hockey pucks
60 day chips from fuckin awesome
call him til he show them that the flow deluxe
off the wall loafers, four loko, and a cobra
vocals bold and rough, evoke a ho to pose his
let me hit him, hit it with a stick the ho was numb
culprit of the punch
scolding hot as dunking scrotum in a cup or nevada
drunk inside a stolen truck
shitting like his colon
belly full of chicken and a fifth of old
supernova, im over the novices
im roamin through the forest and cold as the porridge is
stay til the case closed and the story end
post mortem porkin this rap shit and it
to escort it to the morgue
of lips, bored of this
forklift the tippy top, best 40 list
stormin the gate, whos sure in the base, ladies
fortunately these motherfuckers soarin, and face
get at me with savages, have a of apache
pack of niggas who dont give a fuck if we nasty as flatulence
as a matter of fact, your swagger is so see me you cant
like black cats in a taxi
like lateral passing
with motherfucking gladiator manner of rapping
as an i let percocets and xannies relax me
back if your paddies is maxi