Luyện nghe bài hát Oldie

yeah, that
look, the contrast is a pair of
swallowin and settin fires to sheriffs whip
fuckin all terrorist
crushin larynx to feed em a fuckin carrot stick
and me? i just a year ferrisin and
and i lost a little sanity to you what hysterics is
spit to the lips meet the of a barrel
so that sterile piss flow remind these niggas embarrassed is
narrow, line, might impair him
since i made it back to fahrenheit, grimey get dinero
pharoah fuckin pillow tear pack of parasite
his own loofa off the roof after paradise
ladidadi back in to fuck the party up
raiding fridges, tipping over vases a tommy gun
never dollars, pop would make it hockey pucks
60 day chips from awesome anonymous
him bloated til he show them that the flow deluxe
off the wall loafers, loko, and a cobra clutch
bold and rough, evoke a ho to pose his drum
let me hit him, hit it with a stick the ho was numb
culprit of the punch
scolding hot as dunking in a folgers cup or nevada
driving drunk a stolen truck
shitting like his bust
belly of chicken and a fifth of old petroleum
supernova, im rollin the novices
im roamin through the forest and spittin cold as the is
stay gold til the case and the story end
post mortem this rap shit and record it
to escort it to the again
lord of lips, bored of
the tippy top, best under 40 list
stormin the gate, whos in the base, scorching ladies
fortunately motherfuckers soarin, torso and face
get at me with savages, have a of apache
indian pack of niggas who dont give a fuck if we nasty as
as a matter of fact, your swagger is tacky so see me you
crunchy black cats in a taxi
back lateral passing
with that motherfucking manner of rapping
as an addict i let and xannies relax me
fall if your paddies is maxi