Luyện nghe bài hát Oldie

[Intro:
Yo, shout out to that worked on the album
You feel me, son? Yo, shouts out to Ty
Shouts out to Hodgy Daddies, out to Left Brizzle
Shouts out to Domyon, shouts out to Ocean
out to Syd the Dude, shouts out to L-Boy Awk
[Verse 1: the Creator]
Big eared bandit is tossin' all his
In a bag and wrappin' them in seran wrap
'em in baskets with the rest of those sandwiches
So he says "Catch up, nigga" it looks like an accident
Um, flowin' my pad is the maxiest
My white and black like 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, nigga I was Ableton
Not a fuckin' Logic contradictin' dick
Flyer than an moshin' in a tar pit
Semen scented cheetah tee
In 'Preme five panel, I'll repeat it for the season
items in the present
With the normal ass past like I on my team
It's me (Tried to get that nigga, but, Wang)
[Verse 2: Hodgy
To some type of knowledge that is one perception
But you own your opponent is a defeatin' bonus
I'm Zeus to a Kronos, cartridge is boneless
Smiles of cowards in showers, dead spouses in red blouses
Children who fled houses on Mustang horses and went
I'm on my Robin shit, robbing in the hood
Whips, drugs, jewels, and your pet, I'm stealin' rings
Coke diamonds and Vet, soldiers lace the fuckin' boot
And like the troop when you shoot you gon' poop
It's KillHodgy, nigga, stay the fuck off my
And out my Kool aid,
[Verse 3: Brain]
got the juice, I got the gin
Jasper got the Henny, my we get it in
Wolf Gang at the hotel
I call a ho, you call a ho, and all the hoes
You know Left Brain need a
I need a bitch to go like a Nitty beat
Yup, uh, and her ass fat
Don't be if I ask where the hash at
I'm tryna smoke, bitch get higher
Domo where that Flocka Flame? Talking a lighter
Still bang salute me or shoot me
Cause if you salute me then my team will do the shooting
Yeah my nigga Ace will pull the black
The king Mike G is in the cut with the mac
Living like the Mafia, bitch, get to slacking up
And if haters acting up, throw 'em in the aqueduct
Free my nigga Earl, yo, I don't really ask for
But two bad bitches in of me cunnilingus
[Verse 4: G]
the fuck is caution?
Often I leave you flossing and cause exes to coffins
in translation, the dreams you chase
Got you diving for the like you stealing home base
great, I'm home alone dreaming of two on ones
With Rihanna and Christina Milian, it on
And is in the closet organizing and hanging the tramp
Three lettermans that Ace has been him
No strays we catching matinees, huh?
I'm getting blazed thinking 'bout days
I had the top off the GT3 toupees
One finger in the air, fair when crime pays
My scheme of things is to be attached
To the like bitches to their wedding rings
And you even need to look cause we gleam obscene
In the light, slow to my yellow diamond shining
Like the logo over Gotham, rock LA to Harlem
If you say "Get 'em G" then I got 'em
One man squadron, I'm a problem
From I got bars and plans to
Pimp these Polish bitches into pop
Humanity kills, we all suffer from still
And if I said it then it is or it's be real
OF I OD and I probably will, uh
5: Domo Genesis]
It's 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 I fuckin' drop
I'm in the zone, stand alone, like Macaulay Cock
I've runnin' blocks since a snotty tot
Big was a big deal with the water Glocks
Now I'm all grown, songs just to give 'em watts
Fire what I talk, but still cooler than an Pop
Op Dom neck shit in your list
Mad shit, mad dick for your bitches
On some slick shit, your mistress on my hit
And I'm lifted 'til I'm out of this bitch
Odd in your area
Blood clots me five feet 'fore I bury ya
Suicide flow, let the big wave ya
got the mask like he held Jim Carrey up
And fuck your team, ho nigga
Gang so you know we not giving 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 rug where the center looks like Galaga
6: Frank Ocean]
Rent a 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 enough for a week, my nigga can I say
I'm hi and I'm Bi, wait, I mean I'm
I'mma give you wine, the runner just brought the grapes
My brother give it time, Morris, and Day
Course you know the as fly as the rhymes
On the song, cut and you sample the feel
Headphone bleed, make shit sound real
Used to work the grill, and fries
Then I made a mil and them was liars
Now, how fucking crystal balls can I buy and own
old me had to flex for the fogs
Down in Beach pumping iron and bone
Bumping oldies off my phone
Yeah, bumping off my cellular phone

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

Hah, nigga came through a 9 bar real quick
Just for the bitches, little bit of money in my
Fuck it, Gang
[Verse 8: Earl
Yeah, fuck that, look, for contrast is a pair of
Swallowin' sarapin, settin' fires to whips
(Whoosp, whoosp) fuckin' terrorist
rapper larynx to feed 'em a fuckin' carrot stick
And me? I just spent a Ferrisin'
And lost a little sanity to show you hysterics is
Spit to the meet the bottom of a barrel
So that sterile piss remind these niggas where embarrassed is
Narrow, line, might impair him since
I it back to Fahrenheit, grimey get dinero type
Feral, fuckin' ill apparel, pack of parasites
Threw his own youth off the roof after
La di da di, back in to fuck the party up
Raidin' fridges, tippin' over with a tommy gun
Never dollars, poppa make it rain pucks
And 60 day chips fuckin' awesome anonymous
him bloated 'til he show 'em that the flow deluxe
Off the wall loafers, Loko, and a cobra clutch
Vocals bold and rough, evoke a ho to as drum
And let me hit and beat it with a stick until the was numb
The culprit of the potent
Scoldin' hot as scrotum in a Folgers cup
Or Nevada, drivin' drunk inside a stolen
like his colon bust
Belly full of and a fifth of old petroleum
Supernova, I'm rollin' the novices
I'm roamin' the forest and spittin' cold as the porridge is
gold 'til the case closed and the story end
Post porkin' this rap shit and record it
To escort it to the again, lord of lips
of this, forklift the tippy top, best under 40 list
Stormin' the gate, the bass
Scorchin' ladies 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 can't like Crunchy Black catchin' a
Back lateral passin'
With mothafuckin' gladiator manner of rappin'
As an addict I let Percocet and Xannies me
Fall back if paddies is Maxi, please
[Verse 9: Tyler the
OF, that's all I got
From my bigger brother Frankie to my little Tac
From that father figure Clancy to that nigga Naks
Shredding down 'Fax, Wolf run the fucking block
Storefront, tat
Book is the same lettering on lettermans and cotton socks
And grip tape...and my
Um, I was 15 I first drew that donut
5 years later, for our yea we own it
I started an empire, I even old enough
To drink a beer, I'm tipsy off this soda pop
is for the niggers in the suburbs
And the white kids with nigger friends who say the
And the ones that got weird, fag, bitch, nerd
Cause you was jazz, kitty cats, and Steven Spielberg
They say we ain't right
Always try to turn our fucking into black and white
But they'll never change 'em, understand 'em
Radical's my anthem, turn my fucking up
So instead of critiquing and bitching, mad as fuck
admit, not only are we talented, we're rad as fuck, bitches

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