Luyện nghe bài hát Oldie

[Intro:
Yo, shout out to that worked on the album
You me, son? Yo, shouts out to Ty Dollas
Shouts out to Daddies, shouts out to Left Brizzle
out to Domyon, shouts out to Frankie Ocean
Shouts out to Syd the Dude, shouts out to Awk
[Verse 1: the Creator]
Big eared is tossin' all his manners
In a bag and them in seran wrap bandages
'em in baskets with the rest of those sandwiches
So when he says "Catch up, nigga" it like an accident
Um, flowin' like my pad is the
My bitch white and black she's been mimickin' a panda
It's the dark skinned nigga, bitches in Canada
Then kicking all out Mr. Lawrence did Pamela
Put her in the chamber all her Wilt Chamberlain
I never had a Reason, I was just Ableton
Not a fuckin' contradictin' dick head
than an ostrich moshin' in a tar pit
Semen scented cheetah tee
In that 'Preme five panel, I'll repeat it for the
items in the present
With the normal ass past like I cheated on my
It's me (Tried to get nigga, but, Golf Wang)
[Verse 2: Hodgy
To have some of knowledge that is one perception
But knowin' you own your opponent is a bonus
I'm to a Kronos, cartilage cartridge is boneless
of cowards in lead showers, dead spouses in red blouses
Children who fled houses on horses and went joustin'
I'm on my Hood shit, robbing in the hood
Whips, drugs, jewels, and your pet, I'm stealin' your
diamonds and your Vet, soldiers lace the fuckin' boot
And salute like the troop 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
Gang party at the hotel
I call a ho, you call a ho, and all the tell
You know Left Brain need a
I need a bitch to go down like a Nitty
Yup, uh, and her ass fat
Don't be surprised if I ask the hash at
Nigga I'm tryna smoke, get higher
where that Flocka Flame? Talking 'bout a lighter
Still bang salute me or just me
if you don't salute me then my team will do the shooting
Yeah my Ace will pull the black jack
The king Mike G is in the cut with the mac
Living like the Mafia, bitch, don't get to up
And if these haters acting up, 'em in the aqueduct
Free my nigga Earl, yo, I really ask for much
But two bad bitches in front of me
[Verse 4: G]
What the fuck is
Often I leave you flossing and cause exes to coffins
Lost in translation, the dreams you
Got you diving for the like you stealing home base
That's great, I'm home alone 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 catching matinees,
I'm getting blazed thinking 'bout days
I had the top off the GT3 like
One finger in the air, all's fair when crime
My grand scheme of is to be attached
To the game like bitches to wedding rings
And you don't even need to look cause we obscene
In the light, slow to my yellow diamond shining
Like the Batman logo over Gotham, rock LA to
If you say "Get 'em G" then I got 'em
One man squadron, nigga I'm a
From Briggs I got bars and 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 'til I OD and I will, uh
[Verse 5: Genesis]
still Mr. Smoke-a-Lotta-Pot, get your baby mommy popped
With my other bop, do I love her? prolly not
Know your shit is not as hot as anything I drop
Bitch I'm in the zone, stand alone, like Macaulay
I've been blocks since a snotty tot
Big was a big deal with the water Glocks
Now I'm all grown, sing songs just to 'em watts
what I talk, but still cooler than an Otter Pop
Op Dom shit in your wish list
Mad sick shit, mad dick for your
On some slick shit, mistress on my hit list
And I'm lifted 'til I'm stiff out of this
Odd in mothafuckin' area
Blood clots me five feet 'fore I bury ya
flow, let the big wave carry ya
Tyler got the like he held Jim Carrey up
And fuck your team, ho wassup
Wolf Gang so you know we not no fucks
You know me dog, I'm a in the cut so I can
Cut it short, break it down, pounds, roll it up

Get me a Persian rug the center looks like Galaga
[Verse 6: Ocean]
a super car for a day
Drive around with your friends, smoke a gram of that
Bro, easy on the ounce, a lot for a day
But just enough for a week, my what can I say
I'm hi and I'm Bi, wait, I mean I'm
I'mma give you this wine, the 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 could sample the
Headphone bleed, make shit sound real
Used to work the grill, fatburger and
I made a mil and them psychics was liars
Now, how many crystal balls can I buy and own
Humble old me had to for the fogs
Down in Muscle Beach pumping and bone
Bumping off my cellular phone
Yeah, bumping oldies off my phone

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

Hah, came through with a 9 bar real quick
Just for the bitches, little bit of in my pocket
it, Wolf Gang
[Verse 8: Sweatshirt]
Yeah, fuck that, look, for contrast is a of lips
Swallowin' sarapin, settin' fires to whips
(Whoosp, whoosp) fuckin' All-American
Crushin' rapper larynx to feed 'em a carrot stick
And me? I just spent a Ferrisin'
And lost a little sanity to show you what is
Spit to the meet the bottom of a barrel
So that sterile piss flow remind these niggas embarrassed is
Narrow, tight line, might impair him
I made it to Fahrenheit, grimey get dinero type
Feral, fuckin' ill apparel, wearin' of parasites
Threw his own youth off the roof after
La di da di, in here to fuck the party up
Raidin' fridges, tippin' vases with a tommy gun
Never dollars, make it rain hockey pucks
And 60 day from fuckin' awesome anonymous
Call him bloated 'til he show 'em that the flow
Off the loafers, Four Loko, and a cobra clutch
Vocals bold and rough, evoke a ho to as drum
And let me hit and it with a stick until the hole was numb
The culprit of the punch
Scoldin' hot as scrotum in a Folgers cup
Or Nevada, drivin' drunk a stolen truck
Shittin' like his bust
Belly full of chicken and a of old petroleum
Supernova, I'm rollin' over the
I'm roamin' through the forest and spittin' as the porridge is
Stay gold the case closed and the story end
Post mortem porkin' this rap and record it
To escort it to the morgue again, of lips
Bored of this, forklift the tippy top, best 40 list
Stormin' the gate, the bass
Scorchin' ladies motherfucker in torso and face
Get at me with savages, have a of Apache
Indian pack of niggas who don't give a fuck if we as flatulence
As a matter of fact, swagger is tacky
So see me you can't like Crunchy catchin' a taxi
Back like passin'
With mothafuckin' gladiator manner of rappin'
As an I let Percocet and Xannies relax me
Fall if your paddies is Maxi, please
[Verse 9: Tyler the
OF, shit all I got
From my 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 and cotton socks
And grip tape...and my
Um, I was 15 when I first that donut
5 later, for our label yea we own it
I started an empire, I ain't even old
To drink a fucking beer, I'm tipsy off this pop
This is for the in the suburbs
And the white kids with nigger friends who say the
And the that got called weird, fag, bitch, nerd
Cause you was into jazz, kitty cats, and Steven
They say we acting right
Always try to turn our fucking color into and white
But they'll never change 'em, never 'em
Radical's my anthem, my fucking amps up
So of critiquing and bitching, being mad as fuck
Just admit, not only are we talented, rad as fuck, bitches

OFM, on your FM
Gnaw, 2011, yeah, Wang