Luyện nghe bài hát Uncle Otis

This then is sterophonic sound, sound in space (Taylor made)

Shits is my uncle otis (Taylor made)
(T-t-taylor made) (Taylor made)

This shit for my Otis

a dome shot to this nigga named Otis
Niggas think they the coldest but you just the oldest
Niggas be chasing they youth but it's
Yo 'Ye, this nigga aint even put you on
And then he around, put on Sean
But forget to tell em Benny Han Han don't no f-cking Wonton's
I wear Sean John, but f-ck with that Ciroc shit
Tupac back, well Hit Em Up on Pac shit
Who run the world?
Kelly Rowland come and be my Motivation
If you invented swag then I invented
Got one in the chamber, the is now in danger
And I dont wear no Gucci Fendi Fendi Prada
I'm Charles Louboutin, you niggas aint nada
Lil bitch better stay in ya place
You call me a nigga, put the K in ya face
It's a up bitch

(So put hands up in the air)
(I just wanna, I wanna, I just wanna)
Know is any Gangstas up in
I do it, I do it, boi
So put your up in the air
(I just wanna, I wanna, I just wanna)
is any Gangstas up in here?
I do it

Call Khaled, tell him it, I'm on one
I Tyler, the Creator
go courtside seats
You are now watching the
Shades blocking the
Stays rocking the
The Goes On
Til I start the Lasers
And Lupe'll souffle half you
Its the league, I don't wanna speak about the Rucker
Jennifer Lopez just got a divorce and I already got her up in the Porsche
Tryna you How To love
How To
Anthony too short (bitch)
Look how nigga look
And I'm 6 foot 7 foot 8 Crooks and Castles
All my crooks with castles
Red Nation yeah crooks with tassels
It's a party, it's a party, a party
Sittin up in Marvins Room, that Marley
You wanna hit it, so put ya up in the air

(So put hands up in the air)
(I just wanna, I wanna, I just wanna)
Know is any up in here?
I do it, I do it, boi
So put hands up in the air
(I wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna)
is any Gangstas up in here?
I do it

I got the money up in the rubber
Don't run up on me, try to it from me (boom)
I aint Morris Chestnut, I Ricky
But I give you 9 shots, you can call Fifty
Dre got that Super I just call it Nicki
on that Detox, blowin on that sticky
Can I hit it In The
be a quickie
Gotta hustle hard, Ace, Tunechi and
Frank Ocean, you can see my Odd Future
You gon need than Novacaine after I shoot ya
Yesterday I went to Coachella not to see
I to see Wiz but theres Amber, perfect
I took a on the red futon
Hit it with that Wiz shit on,
So put that on my face
and let me taste, a little
I'ma eat it up like my last
I'ma do it different, she aint gettin no cash
You know I'm Not A Star
lied I got a chppper in the car, huh
That a lie

(So put hands up in the air)
(I wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna)
Know is any up in here?
I do it, I do it, boi
So put hands up in the air
(I just wanna, I wanna, I just wanna)
is any Gangstas up in here?
I do it