Luyện nghe bài hát Oldie

yeah, fuck
look, the contrast is a pair of
syrup and settin fires to sheriffs whip
fuckin all american
crushin larynx to feed em a fuckin carrot stick
and me? i just a year ferrisin and
and i lost a little sanity to show you what is
spit to the meet the bottom of a barrel
so that piss flow remind these niggas where embarrassed is
narrow, line, might impair him
since i it back to fahrenheit, grimey get dinero type
fuckin pillow tear wearin pack of parasite
threw his own loofa off the after paradise
ladidadi back in here to fuck the up
raiding fridges, tipping vases with a tommy gun
never dollars, pop make it rain hockey pucks
60 day chips from fuckin anonymous
call him bloated til he show them that the flow
off the wall loafers, loko, and a cobra clutch
vocals and rough, evoke a ho to pose his drum
let me hit him, hit it with a stick until the ho was
culprit of the punch
scolding hot as dunking scrotum in a folgers cup or
drunk inside a stolen truck
shitting his colon bust
belly full of chicken and a of old petroleum
supernova, im over the novices
im through the forest and spittin cold as the porridge is
stay til the case closed and the story end
post mortem this rap shit and record it
to escort it to the morgue
of lips, bored of this
forklift the top, best under 40 list
stormin the gate, whos sure in the base, ladies
these motherfuckers soarin, torso and face
get at me with savages, have a pack of
indian pack of niggas who dont give a fuck if we nasty as
as a of fact, your swagger is tacky so see me you cant
like crunchy black cats in a
like lateral passing
with that gladiator manner of rapping
as an addict i let percocets and xannies me
fall if your paddies is maxi