Luyện nghe bài hát Oldie

yeah, that
look, the contrast is a pair of
swallowin syrup and settin fires to sheriffs
fuckin all american
crushin rapper 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 that sterile piss flow these niggas where embarrassed is
narrow, line, might impair him
since i made it back to fahrenheit, get dinero type
pharoah pillow tear wearin pack of parasite
threw his own loofa off the roof after
ladidadi back in here to fuck the up
raiding fridges, tipping over vases a tommy gun
never dollars, pop would make it hockey pucks
60 day chips fuckin awesome anonymous
call him bloated til he show them the flow deluxe
off the wall loafers, four loko, and a clutch
vocals bold and rough, evoke a ho to pose his
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 inside a stolen
shitting his colon bust
belly full of and a fifth of old petroleum
supernova, im rollin over the
im roamin through the forest and spittin as the porridge is
stay gold til the closed and the story end
post mortem this rap shit and record it
to it to the morgue again
lord of lips, of this
the tippy top, best under 40 list
stormin the gate, whos sure in the base, scorching
fortunately motherfuckers soarin, torso and face
get at me with savages, have a of apache
indian pack of niggas who dont a fuck if we nasty as flatulence
as a matter of fact, your swagger is so see me you cant
like black cats in a taxi
back lateral passing
with that motherfucking gladiator of rapping
as an addict i let and xannies relax me
fall back if paddies is maxi