Luyện nghe bài hát Oldie

yeah, fuck
look, the contrast is a of lips
swallowin and settin fires to sheriffs whip
fuckin all terrorist
crushin rapper larynx to feed em a carrot stick
and me? i just a year ferrisin and
and i a little sanity to show you what hysterics is
spit to the meet the bottom of a barrel
so that sterile piss flow remind these niggas embarrassed is
narrow, tight line, might him
since i made it back to fahrenheit, get dinero type
pharoah pillow tear wearin pack of parasite
threw his own loofa off the roof paradise
ladidadi back in to fuck the party up
fridges, tipping over vases with a tommy gun
never dollars, pop would make it hockey pucks
60 day chips from awesome anonymous
call him bloated til he show them that the flow
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
culprit of the punch
hot as dunking scrotum in a folgers cup or nevada
driving drunk inside a stolen
like his colon bust
belly of chicken 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 this rap shit and record it
to escort it to the morgue
lord of lips, bored of
forklift the tippy top, best 40 list
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 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 lateral passing
that motherfucking gladiator manner of rapping
as an addict i let percocets and xannies me
fall back if your is maxi