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 to feed em a fuckin carrot stick
and me? i just spent a year and
and i lost a little to show you what hysterics is
spit to the lips meet the bottom of a
so that piss flow remind these niggas where embarrassed is
narrow, tight line, impair him
since i made it back to fahrenheit, get dinero type
pharoah fuckin pillow tear pack of parasite
threw his own loofa off the after paradise
ladidadi back in here to the party up
raiding fridges, tipping vases with a tommy gun
never dollars, pop would it rain hockey pucks
60 day chips from fuckin anonymous
call him til he show them that the flow deluxe
off the wall loafers, loko, and a cobra clutch
vocals bold and rough, evoke a ho to his drum
let me hit him, hit it a stick until the ho was numb
culprit of the potent
hot as dunking scrotum in a folgers cup or nevada
driving drunk inside a stolen
shitting like his bust
belly full of chicken and a of old petroleum
supernova, im rollin over the
im roamin through the forest and spittin cold as the is
stay gold til the 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 tippy top, best under 40
stormin the gate, sure in the base, scorching ladies
fortunately these motherfuckers soarin, torso and
get at me with savages, a pack of apache
indian pack of niggas who dont give a if we nasty as flatulence
as a of fact, your swagger is tacky so see me you cant
like crunchy black cats in a
back like passing
with that motherfucking gladiator of rapping
as an addict i let and xannies relax me
back if your paddies is maxi