Luyện nghe bài hát Oldie

yeah, fuck
look, the is a pair of lips
swallowin syrup and fires to sheriffs whip
fuckin all american
crushin rapper larynx to em a fuckin carrot stick
and me? i just spent a ferrisin and
and i lost a little sanity to show you hysterics is
spit to the lips meet the of a barrel
so that sterile piss flow remind these niggas embarrassed is
narrow, tight line, might him
i made it back to fahrenheit, grimey get dinero type
pharoah fuckin pillow tear wearin pack of
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 from fuckin awesome anonymous
him bloated til he show them that the flow deluxe
off the wall loafers, four loko, and a cobra
bold 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 potent
scolding hot as dunking scrotum in a folgers cup or
driving inside a stolen truck
shitting like his colon
belly full of chicken and a fifth of old
supernova, im over the novices
im roamin through the forest and spittin cold as the is
stay til the case closed and the story end
post mortem porkin this rap shit and it
to it to the morgue again
lord of lips, bored of
forklift the tippy top, best under 40
stormin the gate, whos sure in the base, ladies
fortunately these soarin, torso and face
get at me savages, have a pack of apache
indian pack of niggas who dont a fuck if we nasty as flatulence
as a matter of fact, your is tacky so see me you cant
like black cats in a taxi
back like passing
with that gladiator manner of rapping
as an addict i let percocets and xannies me
back if your paddies is maxi