Luyện nghe bài hát Oldie

[Intro:
Yo, shout out to everybody that on the album
You me, son? Yo, shouts out to Ty Dollas
Shouts out to Hodgy Daddies, shouts out to Left
out to Domyon, shouts out to Frankie Ocean
Shouts out to Syd the Dude, out to L-Boy Awk
1: Tyler the Creator]
Big eared bandit is all his manners
In a bag and wrappin' them in seran bandages
Tossin' 'em in baskets with the of those sandwiches
So he says "Catch up, nigga" it looks like an accident
Um, flowin' my pad is the maxiest
My bitch white and black like been mimickin' a panda
the dark skinned nigga, kissin' bitches in Canada
Then kicking all out like Mr. Lawrence did
Put her in the chamber all her Wilt Chamberlain
I never had a Reason, I was just Ableton
Not a fuckin' Logic contradictin' head
Flyer an ostrich moshin' in a tar pit
scented cheetah printed tee
In that 'Preme five panel, repeat it for the season
Previous items in the
the normal ass past like I cheated on my team
It's me (Tried to get nigga, but, Golf Wang)
[Verse 2: Hodgy
To have type of knowledge that is one perception
But knowin' you own your opponent is a defeatin'
I'm Zeus to a Kronos, cartridge is boneless
Smiles of cowards in lead showers, dead in red blouses
Children who fled houses on Mustang and went joustin'
I'm on my Robin Hood shit, in the hood
Whips, drugs, jewels, and pet, I'm stealin' your rings
Coke diamonds and your Vet, soldiers lace the boot
And salute the troop when you shoot you gon' poop
It's KillHodgy, nigga, the fuck off my stoop
And out my Kool aid,
[Verse 3: Brain]
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 a ho, and all the hoes tell
You know Left Brain a freak
I need a bitch to go like a Nitty beat
Yup, uh, and her ass fat
Don't be surprised if I ask the hash at
Nigga I'm tryna smoke, bitch get
where that Flocka Flame? Talking 'bout a lighter
Still bang me or just shoot me
Cause if you don't me then my team will do the shooting
Yeah my nigga Ace will pull the black
The Mike G is in the cut with the black mac
Living like the Mafia, bitch, get to slacking up
And if these haters acting up, throw 'em in the
Free my Earl, yo, I don't really ask for much
But two bad in front of me cunnilingus
4: Mike G]
What the is caution?
Often I leave you and cause exes next to coffins
in translation, the dreams you chase
Got you diving for the plates you stealing home base
That's great, I'm home alone of two on ones
With Rihanna and Christina Milian, it on
And Travis is in the organizing and hanging the tramp
Three lettermans that Ace has making him
No while we catching matinees, huh?
I'm getting blazed thinking those days
I had the top off the GT3 like
One finger in the air, all's fair when crime
My grand of things is to be attached
To the like bitches to their wedding rings
And you don't even need to look cause we gleam
In the light, ride slow to my yellow shining
Like the Batman logo over Gotham, rock LA to
If you say "Get 'em Mike G" I got 'em
One man squadron, I'm a problem
From Briggs I got and plans to
Pimp these Polish bitches into pop
Humanity kills, we all from insanity still
And if I said it then it is or gonna be real
OF 'til I OD and I will, uh
[Verse 5: Domo
It's still Mr. Smoke-a-Lotta-Pot, get baby mommy popped
With my other bop, do I love her? prolly not
Know shit is not as hot as anything I fuckin' drop
Bitch I'm in the zone, stand alone, like Cock
I've been runnin' since a snotty tot
Big wheel was a big deal with the Glocks
Now I'm all grown, songs just to give 'em watts
what I talk, but still cooler than an Otter Pop
Op Dom neck shit in your wish
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 mothafuckin' area
Blood clots give me five feet 'fore I ya
flow, let the big wave carry ya
Tyler got the mask like he held Jim up
And fuck team, ho nigga wassup
Wolf Gang so you know we not giving no
You know me dog, I'm a in the cut so I can
Cut it short, break it down, couple pounds, it up

Get me a Persian rug where the center looks Galaga
[Verse 6: Ocean]
a super car for a day
Drive around with your friends, smoke a gram of 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 this wine, the runner just brought the
My brother give it time, Morris, and Day
Course you know the as fly as the rhymes
On the song, cut and you could the feel
bleed, make this shit sound real
Used to work the grill, and fries
I made a mil and them psychics was liars
Now, how many fucking crystal can I buy and own
old me had to flex for the fogs
Down in Muscle Beach iron and bone
Bumping oldies off my phone
Yeah, bumping oldies off my phone

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

Hah, came through with a 9 bar real quick
for the bitches, little bit of money in my pocket
Fuck it, Gang
8: Earl Sweatshirt]
Yeah, fuck that, look, for contrast is a of lips
Swallowin' sarapin, settin' fires to whips
(Whoosp, whoosp) All-American terrorist
Crushin' rapper larynx to feed 'em a fuckin' stick
And me? I just spent a year
And lost a little sanity to you what hysterics is
to the lips meet the bottom of a barrel
So that sterile piss flow remind these niggas where is
Narrow, line, might impair him since
I made it back to Fahrenheit, 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' over vases with a gun
Never dollars, poppa it rain hockey pucks
And 60 day chips from fuckin' anonymous
Call him bloated 'til he show 'em the flow deluxe
Off the wall loafers, Four Loko, and a cobra
Vocals and rough, evoke a ho to pose as drum
And let me hit and beat it with a until the hole was numb
The culprit of the potent
hot as dunkin' scrotum in a Folgers cup
Or Nevada, drivin' drunk inside a stolen
Shittin' his colon bust
Belly of chicken and a fifth of old petroleum
Supernova, I'm rollin' over the
I'm roamin' through the forest and spittin' cold as the is
Stay 'til the case closed and the story end
Post mortem porkin' this rap and record it
To escort it to the again, lord of lips
Bored of this, the tippy top, best under 40 list
the gate, ensurin' the bass
Scorchin' motherfucker sore in torso and face
Get at me with savages, have a of Apache
Indian pack of who don't give a fuck if we nasty as flatulence
As a matter of fact, your swagger is
So see me you like Crunchy Black catchin' a taxi
Back like passin'
With that mothafuckin' gladiator of rappin'
As an addict I let Percocet and relax me
back if your paddies is Maxi, please
[Verse 9: the Creator]
OF, shit all I got
From my brother Frankie to my little brother Tac
From that father Clancy to that skatey nigga Naks
Shredding down 'Fax, Wolf Gang run the fucking
Storefront, tat
Book cover is the same lettering on lettermans and 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 even old enough
To drink a fucking beer, I'm tipsy off this pop
This is for the niggers in the
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 Spielberg
They say we ain't acting
Always try to our fucking color into black and white
But they'll never 'em, never understand 'em
Radical's my anthem, my fucking amps 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, Wang