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 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 bandit is tossin' all his manners
In a bag and wrappin' in seran wrap bandages
Tossin' 'em in with the rest of those sandwiches
So he says "Catch up, nigga" it looks like an accident
Um, flowin' like my pad is the
My bitch white and black like she's been a panda
It's the dark skinned nigga, kissin' bitches in
Then kicking all out like Mr. did Pamela
Put her in the all against her Wilt Chamberlain
I never had a Reason, nigga I was Ableton
Not a fuckin' Logic dick head
Flyer than an moshin' in a tar pit
Semen cheetah printed tee
In that 'Preme five panel, repeat it for the season
Previous items in the
the normal ass past like I cheated on my team
It's me (Tried to get that nigga, but, Wang)
[Verse 2: Hodgy
To have some type of that is one perception
But you own your opponent is a defeatin' bonus
I'm Zeus to a Kronos, cartilage cartridge is
Smiles of cowards in lead showers, spouses in red blouses
Children who fled on Mustang horses and went joustin'
I'm on my Robin shit, robbing in the hood
Whips, drugs, jewels, and pet, I'm stealin' your rings
diamonds and your Vet, soldiers lace the fuckin' boot
And salute like the when you shoot you gon' poop
It's KillHodgy, nigga, the fuck off my stoop
And out my Kool aid,
3: Left 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 tell
You Left Brain need a freak
I a bitch to go down like a Nitty beat
Yup, uh, and her ass fat
Don't be surprised if I ask where the at
Nigga I'm tryna smoke, get higher
Domo where that Flocka Flame? 'bout a lighter
bang salute me or just shoot me
Cause if you don't salute me then my team do the shooting
my nigga 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 haters acting up, '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 and cause exes next to coffins
Lost in translation, the you chase
Got you diving for the plates like you home base
That's great, I'm home alone of two on ones
With Rihanna and Milian, bring it on
And Travis is in the closet and hanging the tramp
Three that Ace has been making him
No strays while we matinees, huh?
I'm getting thinking 'bout those days
I had the top off the GT3 toupees
One finger in the air, all's when crime pays
My grand of things is to be attached
To the game like bitches to their wedding
And you don't even need to look we gleam obscene
In the light, ride slow to my yellow shining
Like the Batman over Gotham, rock LA to Harlem
If you say "Get 'em Mike G" I got 'em
One man squadron, nigga I'm a
From Briggs I got and plans to
Pimp Polish bitches into pop stars
kills, we all suffer from insanity still
And if I said it then it is or gonna be real
OF 'til I OD and I will, uh
[Verse 5: Domo
It's still Mr. Smoke-a-Lotta-Pot, get 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, stand alone, Macaulay Cock
I've been runnin' since a snotty tot
Big wheel was a big with the water Glocks
Now I'm all grown, sing 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 shit, your mistress on my hit list
And I'm 'til I'm stiff out of this bitch
Odd in your mothafuckin'
Blood clots give me five feet I bury ya
Suicide flow, let the big carry ya
Tyler got the mask like he Jim Carrey up
And your team, ho nigga wassup
Wolf Gang so you 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 Persian rug where the center looks like
[Verse 6: Frank
a super 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 just for a week, my nigga what can I say
I'm hi and I'm Bi, wait, I I'm straight
give you this wine, the runner just brought the grapes
My brother give it time, Morris, and Day
you know the vibe's as fly as the rhymes
On the song, cut and you sample the feel
Headphone bleed, make this sound real
to work the grill, fatburger and fries
Then I made a mil and them psychics was
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 phone
Yeah, oldies off my cellular phone

Goddammit, this is stupid and it's hard
Gotta do it over and over and over again but I go
7: Jasper Dolphin]
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
Rollin' up a blunt with that fire from
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 rips as I on that little bitch cat

Hah, nigga through with a 9 bar real quick
Just for the bitches, little bit of money in my
it, Wolf Gang
[Verse 8: Earl
Yeah, that, look, for contrast is a pair of lips
Swallowin' sarapin, settin' to sheriffs whips
(Whoosp, whoosp) fuckin' All-American
Crushin' rapper larynx to feed 'em a fuckin' stick
And me? I just spent a year
And lost a little sanity to show you what is
Spit to the lips the bottom of a barrel
So that sterile flow remind these niggas where embarrassed is
Narrow, tight line, impair him since
I made it to Fahrenheit, grimey get dinero type
Feral, fuckin' ill apparel, wearin' of parasites
Threw his own youth off the after paradise
La di da di, back in here to fuck the up
Raidin' fridges, tippin' over vases with a gun
Never dollars, make it rain hockey pucks
And 60 day chips from fuckin' awesome
Call him bloated 'til he '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 it with a stick until the hole was numb
The culprit of the punch
Scoldin' hot as scrotum in a Folgers cup
Or Nevada, drunk inside a stolen truck
Shittin' like his colon
Belly full of chicken and a fifth of old
Supernova, I'm rollin' over the
I'm roamin' through the forest and spittin' cold as the is
Stay 'til the case closed and the story end
Post mortem porkin' this rap 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, ensurin' the
Scorchin' ladies motherfucker sore in and face
Get at me with savages, have a pack of
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 like Crunchy Black a taxi
Back like lateral
With that mothafuckin' manner of rappin'
As an addict I let Percocet and relax me
Fall back if your paddies is Maxi,
[Verse 9: Tyler the
OF, that's all I got
From my bigger Frankie to my little brother Tac
that father figure Clancy to that skatey nigga Naks
Shredding down 'Fax, Wolf Gang run the fucking
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 later, for our label yea we own it
I started an empire, I ain't even old
To drink a fucking beer, I'm off this soda pop
This is for the in the suburbs
And the white kids nigger friends who say the n-word
And the that got called weird, fag, bitch, nerd
Cause you was into jazz, cats, and Steven Spielberg
They say we acting right
Always try to turn our fucking color black and white
But never change 'em, never understand 'em
Radical's my anthem, turn my amps up
So instead of and bitching, being mad as fuck
Just admit, not only are we talented, we're rad as fuck,

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