Luyện nghe bài hát Side A (Old)

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

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

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

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

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

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