Luyện nghe bài hát Oldie

[Intro:
Yo, shout out to everybody worked on the album
You feel me, son? Yo, out to Ty Dollas
out to Hodgy Daddies, shouts out to Left Brizzle
Shouts out to Domyon, shouts out to Ocean
Shouts out to Syd the Dude, shouts out to Awk
[Verse 1: Tyler the
Big eared bandit is all his manners
In a bag and wrappin' them in wrap bandages
Tossin' 'em in baskets with the rest of sandwiches
So when he says "Catch up, nigga" it looks like an
Um, flowin' my pad is the maxiest
My bitch white and black like she's mimickin' a panda
It's the dark skinned nigga, kissin' in Canada
Then kicking all out like Mr. Lawrence did
Put her in the chamber all against her Wilt
I never had a Reason, nigga I was just
Not a fuckin' Logic contradictin' head
Flyer than an moshin' in a tar pit
Semen scented printed tee
In that five panel, I'll repeat it for the season
Previous items in the
With the normal ass past like I cheated on my
It's me (Tried to get that nigga, but, Wang)
[Verse 2: Hodgy
To have some of knowledge that is one perception
But knowin' you own your is a defeatin' bonus
I'm to a Kronos, cartilage cartridge is boneless
Smiles of in lead showers, dead spouses in red blouses
Children who fled houses on Mustang horses and 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, stay the fuck off my
And out my Kool aid,
3: Left Brain]
got the juice, I got the gin
Jasper got the Henny, my we get it in
Gang party at the hotel
I a ho, you call a ho, and all the hoes tell
You Left Brain need 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
I'm tryna smoke, bitch get higher
Domo that Flocka Flame? Talking 'bout a lighter
Still bang salute me or shoot me
Cause if you don't salute me my team will do the shooting
my nigga Ace will pull the black jack
The Mike G is in the cut with the black mac
Living like the Mafia, bitch, don't get to up
And if these haters up, throw 'em in the aqueduct
my nigga Earl, yo, I don't really ask for much
But two bad bitches in front of me
[Verse 4: G]
What the is caution?
Often I leave you and cause exes next to coffins
Lost in translation, the you chase
Got you diving for the plates you stealing home base
That's great, I'm alone 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 been him
No strays while we matinees, huh?
I'm getting blazed 'bout those days
I had the top off the GT3 like
One finger in the air, all's fair crime pays
My grand scheme of things is to be
To the game like bitches to wedding rings
And you don't even need to look we gleam obscene
In the light, ride slow to my yellow shining
Like the Batman logo over Gotham, LA to Harlem
If you say "Get 'em G" then I got 'em
One man squadron, I'm a problem
From Briggs I got bars and to
Pimp these bitches into pop stars
Humanity kills, we all suffer insanity still
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 is not as hot as anything I fuckin' drop
Bitch I'm in the zone, alone, like Macaulay Cock
I've runnin' blocks since a snotty tot
Big wheel was a big with the water Glocks
Now I'm all grown, songs just to give 'em watts
Fire what I talk, but cooler than an Otter Pop
Op Dom neck shit in your list
Mad sick shit, mad for your bitches
On slick shit, your mistress on my hit list
And I'm 'til I'm stiff out of this bitch
Odd in your area
clots give me five feet 'fore I bury ya
Suicide flow, let the big 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 me dog, I'm a chill in the cut so I can
Cut it short, it down, couple pounds, roll it up

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

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
on this beat to make my racks grow faster
Got a TV show, so I guess I'm an
Pot head, half baked, lookin' Chappelle
up a blunt with that fire from hell
Still ignorant, hit a bitch
Wolf Gang, nigga, so I don't give a shit
Catch me in the back with on my lap
Bong rips as I feel on that little cat

Hah, nigga came through a 9 bar real quick
Just for the bitches, little bit of in my pocket
it, Wolf Gang
[Verse 8: Earl
Yeah, fuck that, look, for contrast is a of lips
Swallowin' sarapin, settin' to sheriffs whips
(Whoosp, whoosp) fuckin' All-American
Crushin' larynx to feed 'em a fuckin' carrot stick
And me? I just spent a year
And lost a little sanity to you what hysterics is
Spit to the lips meet the of a barrel
So that sterile piss flow these niggas where embarrassed is
Narrow, line, might impair him since
I it back to Fahrenheit, grimey get dinero type
Feral, ill apparel, wearin' pack of parasites
Threw his own youth off the roof after
La di da di, back in here to fuck the up
Raidin' fridges, tippin' vases with a tommy gun
Never dollars, poppa make it rain pucks
And 60 day chips from awesome anonymous
Call him bloated he show 'em that the flow deluxe
Off the loafers, Four Loko, and a cobra clutch
Vocals bold and rough, a ho to pose as drum
And let me hit and beat it with a stick the hole was numb
The culprit of the potent
Scoldin' hot as scrotum in a Folgers cup
Or Nevada, drivin' inside a stolen truck
Shittin' his colon bust
Belly of chicken 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 the case closed and the story end
Post mortem porkin' this rap shit and it
To escort it to the morgue again, of lips
Bored of this, forklift the top, best under 40 list
the gate, ensurin' the bass
Scorchin' ladies sore in torso and face
Get at me with savages, have a pack of
Indian pack of niggas who don't give a fuck if we as flatulence
As a of fact, your swagger is tacky
So see me you can't like Crunchy Black 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: Tyler the
OF, shit all I got
From my brother Frankie to my little brother Tac
From that father figure to that skatey nigga Naks
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 drew 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 ones got called weird, fag, bitch, nerd
Cause you was into jazz, 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 amps up
So instead of critiquing and bitching, mad as fuck
Just admit, not only are we talented, rad as fuck, bitches

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