Luyện nghe bài hát Oldie

yeah, fuck
look, the contrast is a pair of
swallowin and settin fires to sheriffs whip
all american terrorist
crushin rapper larynx to em a fuckin carrot stick
and me? i just spent a ferrisin and
and i a little sanity to show you what hysterics is
spit to the lips meet the of a barrel
so that sterile piss flow remind niggas where embarrassed is
narrow, line, might impair him
since i made it to fahrenheit, grimey get dinero type
pharoah fuckin pillow tear wearin of parasite
his own loofa off the roof after paradise
ladidadi in here to fuck the party up
raiding fridges, tipping over vases with a gun
never dollars, pop would it rain hockey pucks
60 day chips from fuckin awesome
call him bloated til he them that the flow deluxe
off the wall loafers, four loko, and a clutch
vocals bold and rough, evoke a ho to his drum
let me hit him, hit it with a until the ho was numb
culprit of the punch
scolding hot as scrotum in a folgers cup or nevada
driving drunk inside a stolen
shitting like his bust
belly full of chicken and a fifth of old
supernova, im rollin over the
im roamin 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 again
lord of lips, of this
forklift the tippy top, under 40 list
stormin the gate, sure in the base, scorching ladies
fortunately these soarin, torso and face
get at me with savages, have a pack of
indian pack of niggas who dont give a fuck if we as flatulence
as a matter of fact, your is tacky 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 xannies me
fall back if your paddies is