Luyện nghe bài hát Oldie

yeah, fuck
look, the contrast is a pair of
swallowin syrup and fires to sheriffs whip
fuckin all terrorist
crushin rapper to feed em a fuckin carrot stick
and me? i spent a year ferrisin and
and i a little sanity to show you what hysterics is
to the lips meet the bottom of a barrel
so sterile piss flow remind these niggas where embarrassed is
narrow, tight line, might him
since i made it back to fahrenheit, grimey get dinero
pharoah fuckin pillow tear wearin of parasite
threw his own loofa off the roof after
ladidadi back in here to the party up
raiding fridges, tipping vases with a tommy gun
never dollars, pop would make it rain hockey
60 day chips from fuckin awesome
call him bloated til he them that the flow deluxe
off the loafers, four loko, and a cobra clutch
vocals and rough, evoke a ho to pose his drum
let me hit him, hit it with a stick the ho was numb
of the potent punch
scolding hot as scrotum in a folgers cup or nevada
driving drunk inside a truck
shitting like his bust
belly full of chicken and a of old petroleum
supernova, im over the novices
im through the forest and spittin cold as the porridge is
stay til the case closed and the story end
post mortem porkin this rap and record it
to escort it to the morgue
lord of lips, of this
forklift the top, best under 40 list
the gate, whos sure in the base, scorching ladies
fortunately these motherfuckers soarin, and face
get at me with savages, a pack of apache
indian pack of niggas who 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 that motherfucking gladiator of rapping
as an addict i let percocets and relax me
fall if your paddies is maxi