Luyện nghe bài hát Oldie

yeah, that
look, the is a pair of lips
syrup and settin fires to sheriffs whip
fuckin all american
crushin rapper to feed em a fuckin carrot stick
and me? i just spent a year and
and i lost a little sanity to you what hysterics is
spit to the lips the bottom of a barrel
so that sterile piss flow remind these niggas where is
narrow, line, might impair him
i made it back to fahrenheit, grimey get dinero type
pharoah fuckin pillow tear pack of parasite
his own loofa off the roof after paradise
ladidadi in here to fuck the party up
raiding fridges, over vases with a tommy gun
dollars, pop would make it rain hockey pucks
60 day chips from awesome anonymous
call him bloated til he show that the flow deluxe
off the wall loafers, four loko, and a cobra
vocals bold and rough, evoke a ho to his drum
let me hit him, hit it a stick until the ho was numb
of the potent punch
scolding hot as dunking scrotum in a cup or nevada
driving drunk inside a truck
like his colon bust
belly full of chicken and a of old petroleum
supernova, im rollin the novices
im roamin through the forest and spittin cold as the is
stay gold til the case and the story end
post mortem porkin this rap and record it
to escort it to the morgue
of lips, bored of this
forklift the tippy top, best under 40
stormin the gate, whos sure in the base, ladies
fortunately these motherfuckers soarin, and face
get at me savages, have a pack of apache
indian pack of niggas who dont a fuck if we nasty as flatulence
as a matter of fact, your swagger is tacky so see me you
like black cats in a taxi
back like passing
with motherfucking gladiator manner of rapping
as an addict i let percocets and relax me
back if your paddies is maxi