Luyện nghe bài hát Oldie

yeah, that
look, the contrast is a of lips
swallowin syrup and fires to sheriffs whip
fuckin all american
rapper larynx to feed 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 meet the bottom of a barrel
so sterile 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 wearin of parasite
threw his own loofa off the roof paradise
ladidadi in here to fuck the party up
raiding fridges, tipping over vases with a gun
never dollars, pop make it rain hockey pucks
60 day chips from fuckin awesome
call him bloated til he show them that the flow
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 with a stick until the ho was
culprit of the potent
scolding hot as dunking scrotum in a folgers cup or
drunk inside a stolen truck
shitting like his colon
belly full of and a fifth of old petroleum
supernova, im over 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 rap shit and record it
to escort it to the morgue
lord of lips, bored of
forklift the tippy top, under 40 list
the gate, whos sure in the base, scorching ladies
fortunately these soarin, torso and face
get at me with savages, a pack of apache
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 cats in a taxi
like lateral passing
with that motherfucking gladiator manner of
as an addict i let and xannies relax me
fall back if your paddies is