Luyện nghe bài hát Oldie

[Intro:
Yo, shout out to everybody that worked on the
You feel me, Yo, shouts out to Ty Dollas
Shouts out to Hodgy Daddies, shouts out to Brizzle
Shouts out to Domyon, shouts out to Ocean
Shouts out to Syd the Dude, out to L-Boy Awk
1: Tyler the Creator]
Big eared bandit is tossin' all his
In a bag and wrappin' in seran wrap bandages
Tossin' 'em in with the rest of those sandwiches
So when he says "Catch up, nigga" it looks like an
Um, flowin' my pad is the maxiest
My white and black like she's been mimickin' a panda
It's the dark skinned nigga, kissin' bitches in
Then kicking all out like Mr. Lawrence did
Put her in the chamber all against her Wilt
I had a Reason, nigga I was just Ableton
Not a fuckin' Logic contradictin' head
than an ostrich moshin' in a tar pit
Semen scented printed tee
In that 'Preme panel, I'll repeat it for the season
items in the present
With the normal ass like I cheated on my team
me (Tried to get that nigga, but, Golf Wang)
[Verse 2: Beats]
To have 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
of cowards in lead showers, dead spouses in red blouses
Children who fled houses on Mustang and went joustin'
I'm on my Hood shit, robbing in the hood
Whips, drugs, jewels, and your pet, I'm stealin' rings
Coke diamonds and your Vet, soldiers lace the boot
And salute like the troop when you shoot you gon'
It's KillHodgy, nigga, stay the off my stoop
And out my aid, Juice
[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 a ho, and all the hoes tell
You know Left need a freak
I need a bitch to go down like a beat
Yup, uh, and her ass fat
be surprised if I ask where the hash at
Nigga I'm tryna smoke, get higher
where that Flocka Flame? Talking 'bout a lighter
Still bang salute me or just me
Cause if you don't salute me then my team do the shooting
Yeah my nigga Ace pull the black jack
The king Mike G is in the cut the black mac
Living like the Mafia, bitch, don't get to 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 bitches in of me cunnilingus
[Verse 4: G]
What the is caution?
I leave you flossing and cause exes next to coffins
Lost in translation, the dreams you
Got you diving for the plates like you home base
That's great, I'm home alone dreaming of two on
With Rihanna and Christina Milian, it on
And Travis is in the closet organizing and hanging the
lettermans that Ace has been making him
No strays while we 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 crime pays
My scheme of things is to be attached
To the game like to their wedding rings
And you don't even need to look we gleam obscene
In the light, ride to my yellow diamond 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 into pop stars
kills, we all suffer from insanity still
And if I said it then it is or it's be real
OF I OD and I probably will, uh
[Verse 5: Domo
It's still Mr. Smoke-a-Lotta-Pot, get your mommy popped
my other snobby bop, do I love her? prolly not
Know your shit is not as hot as anything I drop
Bitch I'm in the zone, stand alone, Macaulay Cock
I've been runnin' blocks since a tot
Big wheel was a big deal with the water
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 shit, mad dick for your bitches
On some slick shit, your mistress on my hit
And I'm lifted 'til I'm stiff out of this
Odd in mothafuckin' area
clots give me five feet 'fore I bury ya
Suicide flow, let the big wave ya
Tyler got the like he held Jim Carrey up
And fuck your team, ho nigga
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, break it down, pounds, roll it up

Get me a Persian rug where the looks like Galaga
[Verse 6: Ocean]
a super car for a day
Drive around with friends, smoke a gram of that haze
Bro, on the ounce, that's 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 mean I'm
I'mma give you this wine, the runner brought 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, this shit sound real
Used to work the grill, fatburger and
I made a mil and them psychics was liars
Now, how many fucking crystal can I buy and own
Humble old me had to flex for the
Down in Muscle pumping iron and bone
oldies off my cellular phone
Yeah, oldies off my cellular phone

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

Hah, nigga came through with a 9 bar quick
Just for the bitches, little bit of in my pocket
it, Wolf Gang
[Verse 8: Earl
Yeah, that, look, for contrast is a pair of lips
Swallowin' sarapin, settin' fires to whips
(Whoosp, whoosp) fuckin' terrorist
rapper larynx to feed 'em a fuckin' carrot stick
And me? I spent a year Ferrisin'
And lost a sanity to show you what hysterics is
Spit to the lips 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, grimey get dinero
Feral, ill apparel, wearin' pack of parasites
his own youth off the roof after paradise
La di da di, back in to fuck the party up
Raidin' fridges, over vases with a tommy gun
Never dollars, poppa make it rain pucks
And 60 day chips from fuckin' awesome
Call him bloated 'til he show 'em that the deluxe
Off the loafers, Four 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 hole was
The of the potent punch
Scoldin' hot as scrotum in a Folgers cup
Or Nevada, drunk inside a stolen truck
Shittin' his colon bust
Belly full of chicken and a of old petroleum
Supernova, I'm rollin' over the
I'm roamin' through the forest and cold as the porridge is
Stay 'til the case closed and the story end
Post mortem porkin' this rap and record it
To escort it to the morgue again, of lips
Bored of this, forklift the top, best under 40 list
Stormin' the gate, ensurin' the
Scorchin' motherfucker sore in torso and face
Get at me savages, have a pack of Apache
pack of niggas who don't give a fuck if we nasty as flatulence
As a matter of fact, swagger is tacky
So see me you can't like Black catchin' a taxi
Back lateral passin'
With that mothafuckin' gladiator manner of
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
my bigger brother Frankie to my little brother Tac
From that father Clancy to that skatey nigga Naks
Shredding 'Fax, Wolf Gang run the fucking block
Storefront, tat
Book is the same lettering on lettermans and cotton socks
And tape...and my shoes
Um, I was 15 when I first drew that
5 years later, for our yea we own it
I started an empire, I ain't 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 who say the n-word
And the that got called weird, fag, bitch, nerd
Cause you was into jazz, cats, and Steven Spielberg
say we ain't acting right
Always try to turn our fucking color black and white
But they'll never change 'em, never 'em
my anthem, turn my fucking amps up
So of critiquing and bitching, being mad as fuck
Just admit, not only are we talented, rad as fuck, bitches

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