Luyện nghe bài hát Uncle Otis

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

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

This shit for my Otis

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

(So put your 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)
Know is any Gangstas up in
I do it

Khaled, tell him F-ck it, I'm on one
I Tyler, the Creator
go courtside seats
You are now watching the
blocking the haters
Stays the layers
The Goes On
Til I start aiming the
And Lupe'll souffle you muthaf-ckers
Its the Drew league, I don't wanna speak about the
Cause Jennifer Lopez got a divorce and I already got her up in the Porsche
Tryna you How To love
How To
Marc too short (bitch)
Look how that nigga
And I'm 6 7 foot 8 foot Crooks and Castles
All my niggas with castles
Red Nation graduation yeah crooks with
It's a party, it's a party, it's a
Sittin up in Room, blowing 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 your up in the air
(I just wanna, I just wanna, I wanna)
Know is any up in here?
I do it

I got the up in the rubber band
Don't run up on me, try to take it me (boom)
I Morris Chestnut, I aint Ricky
But I give you 9 shots, you can call Fifty
Dre got Super Bass 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 more Novacaine after I shoot ya
I went to Coachella not to see Jigga
I to see Wiz but theres Amber, perfect
I took a seat on the red
Hit it that Wiz shit on, whatever
So put that pussy on my
and let me taste, a little
eat it up like it's my last
I'ma I'ma do it different, she 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)
Know is any up in here?
I do it