Luyện nghe bài hát Oldie

yeah, that
look, the contrast is a of lips
syrup and settin fires to sheriffs whip
fuckin all terrorist
crushin rapper larynx to feed em a carrot stick
and me? i spent 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 flow remind these where embarrassed is
narrow, line, might impair him
since i made it back to fahrenheit, grimey get dinero
fuckin pillow tear wearin pack of parasite
threw his own loofa off the after paradise
back in here to fuck the party up
raiding fridges, over vases with a tommy gun
never dollars, pop would make it rain hockey
60 day chips from fuckin awesome
call him bloated til he show them the flow deluxe
off the wall loafers, loko, and a cobra clutch
vocals bold and rough, evoke a ho to pose his
let me hit him, hit it with a stick until the ho was
of the potent punch
scolding hot as scrotum in a folgers cup or nevada
driving drunk inside a truck
like his colon bust
belly of chicken and a fifth of old petroleum
supernova, im rollin over the
im roamin through the forest and spittin cold as the is
stay gold til the case closed and the end
post mortem porkin rap shit and record it
to escort it to the morgue
of lips, bored of this
forklift the tippy top, under 40 list
stormin the gate, sure in the base, scorching ladies
fortunately motherfuckers soarin, torso and face
get at me with savages, have a pack of
indian pack of niggas who dont give a fuck if we nasty as
as a matter of fact, your swagger is tacky so see me you
like crunchy black in a taxi
back like passing
with motherfucking gladiator manner of rapping
as an addict i let and xannies relax me
fall back if your paddies is