Luyện nghe bài hát Oldie

yeah, fuck
look, the contrast is a of lips
swallowin syrup and settin to sheriffs whip
fuckin all american
rapper larynx to feed em a fuckin carrot stick
and me? i spent a year ferrisin and
and i lost a little sanity to you what hysterics is
spit to the lips 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, grimey get dinero
fuckin pillow tear wearin pack of parasite
threw his own off the roof after paradise
ladidadi back in to fuck the party up
fridges, tipping over vases with a tommy gun
never dollars, pop make it rain hockey pucks
60 day chips from fuckin anonymous
call him bloated til he show them that the flow
off the wall loafers, four loko, and a cobra
bold and rough, evoke a ho to pose his drum
let me hit him, hit it with a stick the ho was numb
culprit of the potent
scolding hot as dunking scrotum in a cup or nevada
driving drunk a stolen truck
shitting like his bust
belly full of chicken and a of old petroleum
supernova, im rollin over the
im roamin through the 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 escort it to the again
lord of lips, bored of
forklift the top, best under 40 list
stormin the gate, whos in the base, scorching ladies
fortunately these motherfuckers soarin, and face
get at me with savages, have a pack of
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 crunchy black cats in a
like lateral passing
with motherfucking gladiator manner of rapping
as an addict i let percocets and relax me
fall if your paddies is maxi