Luyện nghe bài hát Oldie

yeah, that
look, the is a pair of lips
swallowin syrup and settin fires to sheriffs
all american 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 lips meet the bottom of a
so that sterile piss flow these niggas where embarrassed is
narrow, tight line, impair him
since i made it back to fahrenheit, grimey get dinero
pharoah fuckin pillow tear wearin of parasite
threw his own off the roof after paradise
back in here to fuck the party up
raiding fridges, tipping over with a tommy gun
never dollars, pop would make it hockey pucks
60 day chips fuckin awesome anonymous
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
culprit of the punch
scolding hot as dunking in a folgers cup or nevada
driving drunk inside a truck
shitting like his colon
belly full of chicken and a of old petroleum
supernova, im rollin the novices
im roamin through the forest and cold as the porridge is
stay gold til the closed and the story end
post mortem porkin rap shit and record it
to escort it to the morgue
of lips, bored of this
forklift the tippy top, under 40 list
stormin the gate, sure in the base, scorching ladies
fortunately these motherfuckers soarin, torso and
get at me with savages, have a pack of
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
crunchy black cats in a taxi
back like lateral
with motherfucking gladiator manner of rapping
as an i let percocets and xannies relax me
back if your paddies is maxi