Luyện nghe bài hát Oldie

yeah, fuck
look, the is a pair of lips
swallowin syrup and settin fires to whip
fuckin all terrorist
rapper larynx to feed em a fuckin carrot stick
and me? i just a year ferrisin and
and i lost a 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, might him
since i it back to fahrenheit, grimey get dinero type
pharoah pillow tear wearin pack of parasite
threw his own loofa off the after paradise
ladidadi in here to fuck the party up
raiding fridges, tipping over vases a tommy gun
never dollars, pop would make it rain pucks
60 day chips from awesome anonymous
call him bloated til he show that the flow deluxe
off the wall loafers, four loko, and a clutch
vocals bold and rough, a ho to pose his drum
let me hit him, hit it with a until the ho was numb
culprit of the punch
scolding hot as dunking in a folgers cup or nevada
driving drunk a stolen truck
shitting his colon bust
belly full of chicken and a 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 porkin this rap shit and it
to escort it to the morgue
of lips, bored of this
forklift the tippy top, best under 40
stormin the gate, whos sure in the base, scorching
these motherfuckers soarin, torso and face
get at me with savages, a pack of apache
pack of niggas who dont give a fuck if we nasty as flatulence
as a matter of fact, swagger is tacky so see me you cant
like crunchy black in a taxi
back like lateral
with that motherfucking gladiator of rapping
as an addict i let percocets and xannies me
fall back if your is maxi