Luyện nghe bài hát Older Gods

Aiyyo, I roll like a bat out of
acapell's fly spittin' out of my grill
Before I hit the sky springtime colors
Juicy as a Sunkist, certain broads double dutch

They carve it in wrist, pales berry blazes
Straighten the crumbs on the stove clothes in my lady hair
Plus yours the look gold God, the old tainted technique
Got vestibules designer niggaz in they whips

Jumpin' out seats, eighteen, Bronzeman Part II
We like Dorothy on ice
We in your hood we might circle, down low in the Range
Switch lanes, my tire, peel out

loud on the stage yo, I shitted on your hood kid
I shitted on your hood, got to your burner too
I'm lookin' real good, draped out, shinin' like a fresh cent piece
girlfriend, c'mere
Oh shit, you my niece, the gourmet pocket twenty

Bombs made of clay, Sexcapades place
We fucked in forty-eight might walk up in your studio
Time slap your engineer, it's fluid to that style
Hand me the now

Aiyyo rainbow Roley on the wrist, now what's
Niggaz bless this, eight and a half, Bally twist
E shakes, puffin' on lye, feedin' the plate
Pullin' out, old dirty to rob gates

Major wake up, the kid telltales, make a nigga head up
Beats break, the nigga would take off his
status, gladdest
The rich rock and dollar vans grands

That nigga mad savage, Hall of Justice
came clumped out
Just home, now they bunked out
be longer than triple life

'Til the sun burn out, my word, move it with the burner out
Fidel way of thinkin', roll with the Mac bent
of my team, Five Percent check what the live said
Rollin Guess vests pedestrians yo
Holdin' my nuts, fuckin' dollar lesbians

Yo, the God put me on and had to rock this
Maintain Three-Sixty Lord live
It only a lesson a day, just to analyze life
One time in the mind

Yo, the Older God put me on and had to rock
Maintain Three-Sixty Lord prosperous
It only takes a lesson a day, just to analyze
One time in the respectable

Let the shot spark, soon as his pit bull
Tire scars from skid leaves from jams in school parks
Witness, forget his original
Even in protection programs no escapement

down, we in town, hit king from seven crowns
Spent rounds catch him while he rhyme in the Lounge
Wounded, back in the three summer heat
Up in three-oh-nine park, rhymin' off the drummer's

I stalk the city streets demonstratin' mic
All stank, I ain't playin' wit a full deck
And as they nervously stare, I they scared
They saw the coming of Wu, the neon in Times

Household name, assassin, bee
Mill to the grain, that the Wu, trilogy
Quick to those that bite camouflage and blend
Those that got styles, they got identical

stretch the small thing, copycats are finnicky
Without skills, they master the art of
But I go line for on the whole page
Your life on the mic is old age