Luyện nghe bài hát Oldie

yeah, that
look, the contrast is a pair of
swallowin and settin 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 sanity to show you what hysterics is
spit to the meet the bottom of a barrel
so that piss flow remind these niggas where embarrassed is
narrow, tight line, might him
since i made it to fahrenheit, grimey get dinero type
pharoah pillow tear wearin pack of parasite
threw his own loofa off the roof paradise
ladidadi back in to fuck the party up
raiding fridges, tipping over vases a tommy gun
dollars, pop would make it rain hockey pucks
60 day chips from fuckin awesome
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 a stick until the ho was numb
culprit of the punch
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 rollin the novices
im through the forest and spittin cold as the porridge is
stay gold til the closed and the story end
post porkin this rap shit and record it
to escort it to the morgue
lord of lips, of this
the tippy top, best under 40 list
stormin the gate, sure in the base, scorching 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 as flatulence
as a matter of fact, your is tacky so see me you cant
like black cats in a taxi
like lateral passing
with that motherfucking gladiator of rapping
as an i let percocets and xannies relax me
back if your paddies is maxi