Luyện nghe bài hát Oldie

yeah, fuck
look, the is a pair of lips
syrup and settin fires to sheriffs whip
fuckin all american
rapper larynx to feed em a fuckin carrot stick
and me? i just spent a ferrisin and
and i lost a little sanity to you what hysterics is
spit to the lips meet the bottom of a
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 pillow tear wearin pack of parasite
threw his own loofa off the roof after
ladidadi back in here to the party up
raiding fridges, over vases with a tommy gun
never dollars, pop would make it rain hockey
60 day chips fuckin awesome anonymous
call him bloated til he show them that the deluxe
off the wall loafers, four loko, and a cobra
vocals bold and rough, evoke a ho to his drum
let me hit him, hit it a stick until the ho was numb
culprit of the potent
hot as dunking scrotum in a folgers cup or nevada
driving drunk inside a stolen
shitting like his bust
belly full of chicken and a fifth of old
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 this rap and record it
to escort it to the again
lord of lips, of this
forklift the tippy top, under 40 list
stormin the gate, whos in the base, scorching ladies
these motherfuckers soarin, torso and face
get at me with savages, have a of apache
indian pack of niggas who give a fuck if we nasty as flatulence
as a matter of fact, swagger is tacky so see me you cant
like crunchy black in a taxi
back lateral passing
with motherfucking gladiator manner of rapping
as an addict i let and xannies relax me
fall if your paddies is maxi