Luyện nghe bài hát Oldie

[Intro:
Yo, shout out to everybody worked on the album
You feel me, Yo, shouts out to Ty Dollas
Shouts out to Daddies, shouts out to Left Brizzle
Shouts out to Domyon, shouts out to Frankie
Shouts out to Syd the Dude, out to L-Boy Awk
[Verse 1: the Creator]
Big eared is tossin' all his manners
In a bag and wrappin' them in seran bandages
Tossin' 'em in baskets the rest of those sandwiches
So he says "Catch up, nigga" it looks like an accident
Um, flowin' like my pad is the
My bitch white and black like been mimickin' a panda
the dark skinned nigga, kissin' bitches in Canada
Then kicking all out like Mr. did Pamela
Put her in the chamber all against her Wilt
I never had a Reason, nigga I was just
Not a fuckin' Logic contradictin' dick
Flyer than an ostrich in a tar pit
scented cheetah printed tee
In that 'Preme five panel, I'll it for the season
Previous items in the
With the normal ass past like I on my team
me (Tried to get that nigga, but, Golf Wang)
[Verse 2: Beats]
To have some of knowledge that is one perception
But knowin' you own opponent is a defeatin' bonus
I'm Zeus to a Kronos, cartilage cartridge is
Smiles of in lead showers, dead spouses in red blouses
Children who fled on Mustang horses and went joustin'
I'm on my Robin shit, robbing in the hood
Whips, drugs, jewels, and your pet, I'm your rings
Coke diamonds and your Vet, lace the fuckin' boot
And like the troop when you shoot you gon' poop
It's KillHodgy, nigga, the fuck off my stoop
And out my Kool aid,
[Verse 3: Left
got the juice, I got the gin
Jasper got the Henny, my we get it in
Wolf Gang at the hotel
I a ho, you call a ho, and all the hoes tell
You know Left Brain a freak
I need a to go down like a Nitty beat
Yup, uh, and her ass fat
Don't be surprised if I ask where the at
Nigga I'm tryna smoke, get higher
Domo where that Flame? Talking 'bout a lighter
Still salute me or just shoot me
Cause if you don't salute me then my will do the shooting
Yeah my nigga Ace will pull the jack
The Mike G is in the cut with the black mac
like the Mafia, bitch, don't get to slacking up
And if these haters up, throw 'em in the aqueduct
Free my nigga Earl, yo, I really ask for much
But two bad in front of me cunnilingus
[Verse 4: G]
What the is caution?
I leave you flossing and cause exes next to coffins
Lost in translation, the dreams you
Got you diving for the plates you stealing home base
That's great, I'm home dreaming of two on ones
Rihanna and Christina Milian, bring it on
And Travis is in the organizing and hanging the tramp
Three lettermans that Ace has making him
No strays while we matinees, huh?
I'm getting blazed thinking those days
I had the top off the GT3 like
One finger in the air, all's when crime pays
My grand scheme of things is to be
To the game like to their wedding rings
And you even need to look cause we gleam obscene
In the light, ride to my yellow diamond shining
Like the logo over Gotham, rock LA to Harlem
If you say "Get 'em Mike G" I got 'em
One man squadron, nigga I'm a
From I got bars and plans to
these Polish bitches into pop stars
Humanity kills, we all suffer from insanity
And if I said it then it is or gonna be real
OF I OD and I probably will, uh
[Verse 5: Genesis]
It's still Mr. Smoke-a-Lotta-Pot, get your mommy popped
With my other bop, do I love her? prolly not
Know your shit is not as hot as anything I fuckin'
Bitch I'm in the zone, stand alone, like Cock
been runnin' blocks since a snotty tot
Big wheel was a big deal with the Glocks
Now I'm all grown, sing just to give 'em watts
Fire what I talk, but still than an Otter Pop
Op Dom neck shit in your list
Mad sick shit, mad for your bitches
On some slick shit, your on my hit list
And I'm 'til I'm stiff out of this bitch
Odd in your mothafuckin'
Blood clots me five feet 'fore I bury ya
Suicide flow, let the big wave ya
Tyler got the mask he held Jim Carrey up
And fuck team, ho nigga wassup
Wolf so you know we not giving no fucks
You me dog, I'm a chill in the cut so I can
Cut it short, break it down, pounds, roll it up

Get me a Persian rug where the center looks like
[Verse 6: Ocean]
Rent a car for a day
Drive around with friends, smoke a gram of that haze
Bro, easy on the ounce, a lot for a day
But just for a week, my nigga what can I say
I'm hi and I'm Bi, wait, I mean I'm
I'mma give you wine, the runner just brought the grapes
My give it some time, Morris, and Day
you know the vibe's as fly as the rhymes
On the song, cut and you sample the feel
Headphone bleed, make this shit sound
Used to work the grill, and fries
Then I made a mil and them was liars
Now, how fucking crystal balls can I buy and own
Humble old me had to for the fogs
Down in Muscle Beach iron and bone
Bumping oldies off my cellular
Yeah, bumping off my cellular phone

Goddammit, this rapping is and it's hard
Gotta do it and over and over again but here I go
[Verse 7: Jasper
Hey Jasper, not even a rapper
Only on this beat to make my racks faster
Got a TV show, so I guess I'm an
Pot head, baked, lookin' like Chappelle
Rollin' up a blunt with that fire from
Still ignorant, hit a bitch
Wolf Gang, nigga, so I still don't give a
Catch me in the back with on my lap
Bong rips as I feel on that bitch cat

Hah, nigga came through with a 9 bar quick
for the bitches, little bit of money in my pocket
Fuck it, Wolf
[Verse 8: Earl
Yeah, fuck that, look, for contrast is a pair of
Swallowin' sarapin, settin' fires to whips
(Whoosp, whoosp) fuckin' All-American
Crushin' larynx to feed 'em a fuckin' carrot stick
And me? I just spent a Ferrisin'
And lost a little to show you what hysterics is
Spit to the meet the bottom of a barrel
So that piss flow remind these niggas where embarrassed is
Narrow, tight line, might impair him
I made it back to Fahrenheit, get dinero type
Feral, fuckin' ill apparel, pack of parasites
Threw his own youth off the roof paradise
La di da di, in here to fuck the party up
Raidin' fridges, over vases with a tommy gun
Never dollars, make it rain hockey pucks
And 60 day chips from fuckin' anonymous
Call him 'til he show 'em that the flow deluxe
Off the wall loafers, Loko, and a cobra clutch
bold and rough, evoke a ho to pose as drum
And let me hit and beat it a stick until the hole was numb
The culprit of the punch
Scoldin' hot as scrotum in a Folgers cup
Or Nevada, drivin' inside a stolen truck
Shittin' his colon bust
Belly full of and a fifth of old petroleum
Supernova, I'm over the novices
I'm through the forest and spittin' cold as the porridge is
Stay gold 'til the case and the story end
Post mortem this rap shit and record it
To escort it to the morgue again, of lips
Bored of this, forklift the tippy top, under 40 list
the gate, ensurin' the bass
Scorchin' ladies motherfucker sore in and face
Get at me with savages, a pack of Apache
Indian of niggas who don't give a fuck if we nasty as flatulence
As a matter of fact, swagger is tacky
So see me you can't like Crunchy Black a taxi
Back lateral passin'
With that mothafuckin' gladiator manner of
As an I let Percocet and Xannies relax me
Fall if your paddies is Maxi, please
9: Tyler the Creator]
OF, shit all I got
my bigger brother Frankie to my little brother Tac
From that father figure Clancy to that skatey nigga
Shredding down 'Fax, Wolf run the fucking block
Storefront, tat
Book cover is the same lettering on lettermans and cotton
And grip tape...and my
Um, I was 15 I first drew that donut
5 later, for our label yea we own it
I started an empire, I ain't even old
To a fucking beer, I'm tipsy off this soda pop
This is for the niggers in the
And the kids with nigger friends who say the n-word
And the ones got called weird, fag, bitch, nerd
Cause you was jazz, kitty cats, and Steven Spielberg
They say we ain't acting
Always try to turn our color into black and white
But they'll change 'em, never understand 'em
Radical's my anthem, turn my fucking up
So instead of critiquing and bitching, being mad as
admit, not only are we talented, we're rad as fuck, bitches

OFM, banging on FM
Gnaw, 2011, yeah, Golf