Luyện nghe bài hát Oldie

yeah, that
look, the contrast is a of lips
swallowin syrup and settin fires to whip
all american terrorist
crushin rapper larynx to em a fuckin carrot stick
and me? i just spent a year and
and i lost a sanity to show you what hysterics is
spit to the lips the bottom of a barrel
so that piss flow remind these niggas where embarrassed is
narrow, tight line, might him
since i made it back to fahrenheit, grimey get type
pharoah fuckin pillow tear wearin pack of
threw his own loofa off the roof after
back in here to fuck the party up
raiding fridges, tipping over vases with a gun
never dollars, pop would make it hockey pucks
60 day chips from awesome anonymous
call him bloated til he show them the flow deluxe
off the loafers, four loko, and a cobra clutch
bold and rough, evoke a ho to pose his drum
let me hit him, hit it with a until the ho was numb
culprit of the punch
scolding hot as dunking scrotum in a cup or nevada
driving inside a stolen truck
shitting like his bust
full of chicken and a fifth of old petroleum
supernova, im over the novices
im roamin through the and spittin cold as the porridge is
stay gold til the closed and the story end
post mortem porkin this rap shit and it
to escort it to the morgue
lord of lips, of this
forklift the tippy top, under 40 list
stormin the gate, whos sure in the base, ladies
fortunately motherfuckers soarin, torso and face
get at me with savages, a pack of apache
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 lateral passing
that motherfucking gladiator manner of rapping
as an addict i let percocets and relax me
fall back if your paddies is