Luyện nghe bài hát Oldie

yeah, fuck
look, the contrast is a pair of
swallowin syrup and settin to sheriffs whip
all american terrorist
crushin rapper larynx to em a fuckin carrot stick
and me? i just a year ferrisin and
and i lost a little to show you what hysterics is
spit to the lips meet the bottom of a
so that sterile piss flow remind these niggas embarrassed is
narrow, tight line, might him
since i made it to fahrenheit, grimey get dinero type
pharoah fuckin pillow tear pack of parasite
threw his own loofa off the after paradise
back in here to fuck the party up
raiding fridges, over vases with a tommy gun
dollars, pop would make it rain hockey pucks
60 day chips from awesome anonymous
call him bloated til he show them the flow deluxe
off the loafers, four loko, and a cobra clutch
bold 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
scolding hot as dunking in a folgers cup or nevada
driving inside a stolen truck
shitting like his colon
belly full of and a fifth of old petroleum
supernova, im rollin over the
im through the forest and spittin cold as the porridge is
gold til the case closed and the story end
post mortem porkin this rap shit and it
to escort it to the again
of lips, bored of this
forklift the tippy top, best under 40
stormin the gate, whos in the base, scorching ladies
fortunately motherfuckers soarin, torso and face
get at me with savages, have a 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
back like lateral
with that motherfucking gladiator of rapping
as an addict i let percocets and relax me
fall back if your is maxi