Luyện nghe bài hát Oldie

[Intro:
Yo, shout out to everybody that on the album
You feel me, son? Yo, shouts out to Ty
Shouts out to Hodgy Daddies, out to Left Brizzle
out to Domyon, shouts out to Frankie Ocean
Shouts out to Syd the Dude, shouts out to 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 rest of sandwiches
So when he "Catch up, nigga" it looks like an accident
Um, flowin' like my pad is the
My bitch white and black like she's been mimickin' a
It's the dark nigga, kissin' bitches 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 Logic contradictin' dick head
Flyer than an ostrich in a tar pit
Semen scented cheetah tee
In that five panel, I'll repeat it for the season
Previous items in the
With the normal ass past I cheated on my team
It's me (Tried to get nigga, but, Golf Wang)
[Verse 2: Beats]
To some type of knowledge that is one perception
But knowin' you own your opponent is a bonus
I'm Zeus to a Kronos, cartilage is boneless
of cowards in lead showers, dead spouses in red blouses
Children who fled houses on horses and went joustin'
I'm on my Robin Hood shit, robbing in the
Whips, drugs, jewels, and your pet, I'm stealin' rings
Coke and your Vet, soldiers lace the fuckin' boot
And salute like the troop you shoot you gon' poop
KillHodgy, nigga, stay the fuck off my stoop
And out my aid, Juice
3: Left Brain]
got the juice, I got the gin
Jasper got the Henny, my we get it in
Wolf party at the hotel
I call a ho, you call a ho, and all the hoes
You Left Brain need a freak
I need a bitch to go down 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 Flame? Talking 'bout a lighter
Still bang salute me or just me
Cause if you don't me then my team will do the shooting
Yeah my Ace will pull the black jack
The king Mike G is in the cut the black mac
Living the Mafia, bitch, don't get to slacking up
And if these acting up, throw 'em in the aqueduct
Free my nigga Earl, yo, I really ask for much
But two bad in front of me cunnilingus
4: Mike G]
What the is caution?
Often I leave you flossing and cause exes to coffins
Lost in translation, the you chase
Got you for the plates like you stealing home base
That's great, I'm alone dreaming of two on ones
With Rihanna and Milian, bring it on
And Travis is in the closet organizing and the tramp
Three lettermans that Ace has making him
No strays we catching matinees, huh?
I'm getting blazed thinking 'bout 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 game bitches to their wedding rings
And you even need to look cause 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
Briggs I got bars and plans to
Pimp these bitches into pop stars
Humanity kills, we all suffer from still
And if I it then it is or it's gonna be real
OF I OD and I probably will, uh
[Verse 5: Genesis]
still Mr. Smoke-a-Lotta-Pot, get your baby mommy popped
With my other snobby bop, do I her? prolly not
Know your shit is not as hot as anything I fuckin'
Bitch I'm in the zone, stand alone, Macaulay Cock
I've been runnin' blocks since a tot
Big was a big deal with the water Glocks
Now I'm all grown, sing just to give 'em watts
Fire what I talk, but still cooler than an Pop
Op Dom shit in your wish list
Mad sick shit, mad dick for bitches
On some shit, your mistress on my hit list
And I'm lifted 'til I'm 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 mask like he held Jim up
And fuck your team, ho wassup
Wolf Gang so you know we not giving no
You me dog, I'm a chill in the cut so I can
Cut it short, break it down, pounds, roll it up

Get me a Persian rug the center looks like Galaga
[Verse 6: Frank
a super car for a day
Drive around with your friends, a gram of that haze
Bro, on the ounce, that's a lot for a day
But just enough for a week, my what can I say
I'm hi and I'm Bi, wait, I mean I'm
give you this wine, the runner just brought the grapes
My brother give it time, Morris, and Day
Course you know the vibe's as fly as the
On the song, cut and you could the feel
Headphone bleed, make shit sound real
Used to work the grill, and fries
Then I a mil and them psychics was liars
Now, how many fucking balls can I buy and own
Humble old me had to for the fogs
Down in Muscle Beach pumping iron and
Bumping oldies off my phone
Yeah, bumping oldies off my cellular

Goddammit, this rapping is stupid and it's
Gotta do it over and over and over again but I go
[Verse 7: Dolphin]
Hey Jasper, not even a rapper
Only on this beat to make my racks faster
Got a TV show, so I guess I'm an
Pot head, half baked, lookin' Chappelle
Rollin' up a blunt that fire from hell
Still ignorant, hit a bitch
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, nigga came through with a 9 bar quick
Just for the bitches, little bit of in my pocket
Fuck it, Wolf
[Verse 8: Earl
Yeah, fuck that, look, for contrast is a pair of
Swallowin' sarapin, settin' to sheriffs whips
(Whoosp, whoosp) fuckin' terrorist
Crushin' rapper larynx to feed 'em a fuckin' stick
And me? I just a year Ferrisin'
And lost a little sanity to show you what is
Spit to the lips meet the of a barrel
So that sterile piss flow these niggas where embarrassed is
Narrow, tight line, might impair him
I made it back to Fahrenheit, grimey get dinero
Feral, fuckin' ill apparel, wearin' of parasites
Threw his own youth off the roof paradise
La di da di, in here to fuck the party up
fridges, tippin' over vases with a tommy gun
Never dollars, make it rain hockey pucks
And 60 day chips fuckin' awesome anonymous
him bloated 'til he show 'em that the flow deluxe
Off the loafers, Four Loko, and a cobra clutch
bold and rough, evoke a ho to pose as drum
And let me hit and beat it a stick until the hole was numb
The culprit of the potent
Scoldin' hot as dunkin' scrotum in a cup
Or Nevada, drivin' drunk inside a truck
Shittin' like his colon
Belly full of chicken and a fifth of old
Supernova, I'm rollin' the novices
I'm roamin' through the forest and spittin' cold as the is
Stay gold 'til the case closed and the end
Post mortem porkin' this rap shit and it
To it to the morgue again, lord of lips
Bored of this, forklift the tippy top, best 40 list
Stormin' the gate, the bass
Scorchin' ladies sore in torso and face
Get at me savages, have a pack of Apache
Indian pack of niggas who don't a fuck if we nasty as flatulence
As a of fact, your swagger is tacky
So see me you can't Crunchy Black catchin' a taxi
Back lateral passin'
that mothafuckin' gladiator manner of rappin'
As an addict I let Percocet and relax me
Fall back if your is Maxi, please
[Verse 9: Tyler the
OF, shit all I got
my bigger brother Frankie to my little brother Tac
From that father figure Clancy to that nigga Naks
Shredding down 'Fax, Gang run the fucking block
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 years later, for our yea we own it
I started an empire, I ain't old enough
To drink a fucking beer, I'm off this soda pop
This is for the niggers in the
And the white kids with nigger who say the n-word
And the ones got called weird, fag, bitch, nerd
Cause you was into jazz, kitty cats, and Spielberg
They say we ain't acting
Always try to turn our fucking color into black and
But never change 'em, never understand 'em
Radical's my anthem, turn my amps up
So instead of critiquing and bitching, being mad as
Just admit, not only are we talented, rad as fuck, bitches

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