Luyện nghe bài hát Side A (Old)

In the kitchen, oven open for the
Got my young, light skinned ho rollin' up the
jackets in the house, it's the Michigan way
Boiling water on the stove, Ramen for dinner
Dope fiends out the halfway house and they sniffin'
Homie mommy's 50, and still tricking'
Still shit with this Lucy I'm ass lickin'
See my breath I talk, but nigga, I ain't trippin'
is, the nigga tryna put us out
Sellin' all the samples, can't afford to 'em out
Just copped a track, see my nigga tryna get it
Standin' on the baseline, Scottie pivot
in they arms just to keep the lights on
Shit, fuck around, be on hardcore
Tryna get this shit off, the winter, we in
Won't for anything, but might die for nothin'

They want old Danny Brown
To bag up and sell a pound
Might have to go and get my back
Matter of fact, go and bring them AKs

They want that old Brown
To bag up and sell a whole
Might have to go and get my braids
of fact, go and bring them AKs back

In the Cutty color as steak sauce
the work, but was just a .8 off
Vet in the game, seed in the playoffs
me at the Coney, gotta get this weight off
Balmains fittin' like a went swimmin' in 'em
I'm waxed and I'm shinin', hardwood
Whore want it hardcore, it on her jaw
Lookin' at the whore like "what you came for?"
nigga, heat on him, no stash box
Turn a gangbanger's to a rag top
Old head, dope fiend, up the yay
Young boys'll shoot your face for them
Came a long way $3 for a nick'
Cop an 8 ball, tryna for the zip
Now I'm in the rap game, verse worth a
Fiends linin' up for a hit of shit
(And I reps that shit, now and forever)
(And I reps that shit, now and forever)

want that old Danny Brown
To bag up and sell a pound
Might to go and get my braids back
Matter of fact, go and them AKs back

They that old Danny Brown
To bag up and sell a pound
Might to go and get my braids back
of fact, go and bring them AKs back