Luyện nghe bài hát Oldie

yeah, that
look, the contrast is a pair of
swallowin and settin fires to sheriffs whip
all american terrorist
crushin larynx to feed em a fuckin carrot stick
and me? i just spent a ferrisin and
and i lost a sanity to show 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
since i made it back to fahrenheit, grimey get dinero
pharoah fuckin pillow tear wearin pack of
threw his own off the roof after paradise
ladidadi back in here to fuck the up
raiding fridges, over vases with a tommy gun
never dollars, pop would make it rain hockey
60 day chips from fuckin anonymous
call him bloated til he show them the flow deluxe
off the wall loafers, four loko, and a clutch
vocals and rough, evoke a ho to pose 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 stolen
shitting his colon bust
belly full of and a fifth of old petroleum
supernova, im rollin the novices
im roamin through the and spittin cold as the porridge is
gold til the case closed and the story end
post mortem porkin rap shit and record it
to escort it to the again
lord of lips, of this
forklift the tippy top, best under 40
stormin the gate, whos sure in the base, scorching
fortunately these motherfuckers soarin, and face
get at me with savages, a pack of apache
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 black cats in a taxi
like lateral passing
with that motherfucking gladiator of rapping
as an addict i let and xannies relax me
fall back if paddies is maxi