Luyện nghe bài hát Oldie

[Intro:
Yo, shout out to everybody worked on the album
You feel me, son? Yo, shouts out to Ty
Shouts out to Hodgy Daddies, shouts out to Brizzle
Shouts out to Domyon, shouts out to Frankie
Shouts out to Syd the Dude, shouts out to Awk
1: Tyler the Creator]
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 when he says "Catch up, nigga" it looks an accident
Um, like my pad is the maxiest
My white and black like she's been mimickin' a panda
It's the dark skinned nigga, kissin' in Canada
kicking all out like Mr. Lawrence did Pamela
Put her in the all against her Wilt Chamberlain
I never had a Reason, I was just Ableton
Not a Logic contradictin' dick head
Flyer than an moshin' in a tar pit
scented cheetah printed tee
In that 'Preme five panel, I'll repeat it for the
Previous items in the
With the normal ass past I cheated on my team
me (Tried to get that nigga, but, Golf Wang)
[Verse 2: Hodgy
To have some type of knowledge that is one
But knowin' you own your is a defeatin' bonus
I'm to a Kronos, cartilage cartridge is boneless
Smiles of cowards in lead showers, spouses in red blouses
Children who fled houses on horses and went joustin'
I'm on my Hood shit, robbing in the hood
Whips, drugs, jewels, and your pet, I'm stealin' your
diamonds and your Vet, soldiers lace the fuckin' boot
And salute like the troop when you shoot you gon'
It's KillHodgy, nigga, the fuck 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 call a ho, and all the tell
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
Nigga I'm tryna smoke, get higher
Domo where that Flocka Flame? 'bout a lighter
Still bang salute me or just me
Cause if you don't salute me then my team will do the
my nigga Ace will pull the black jack
The king Mike G is in the cut with the mac
Living like the Mafia, bitch, get to slacking up
And if these acting up, throw 'em in the aqueduct
Free my nigga Earl, yo, I don't really ask for
But two bad in front of me cunnilingus
[Verse 4: G]
the fuck is caution?
Often I leave you flossing and exes next to coffins
in translation, the dreams you chase
Got you diving for the plates like you home base
That's great, I'm alone dreaming of two on ones
With and Christina Milian, bring it on
And Travis is in the closet organizing and the tramp
Three lettermans Ace has been making him
No while we catching matinees, huh?
I'm getting blazed thinking those days
I had the top off the GT3 toupees
One finger in the air, all's fair crime pays
My grand scheme of things is to be
To the game like bitches to their wedding
And you don't even need to look cause we gleam
In the light, ride slow to my yellow diamond
Like the Batman logo Gotham, rock LA to Harlem
If you say "Get 'em Mike G" I got 'em
One man squadron, I'm a problem
From I got bars and plans to
Pimp Polish bitches into pop stars
Humanity kills, we all suffer from still
And if I said it it is or it's gonna be real
OF 'til I OD and I will, uh
[Verse 5: Genesis]
It's still Mr. Smoke-a-Lotta-Pot, get your baby popped
With my other snobby bop, do I love her? not
Know shit is not as hot as anything I fuckin' drop
I'm in the zone, stand alone, like Macaulay Cock
I've been runnin' since a snotty tot
Big wheel was a big deal the water Glocks
Now I'm all grown, sing songs to give 'em watts
Fire what I talk, but still than an Otter Pop
Op Dom neck shit in wish list
Mad shit, mad dick for your bitches
On some slick shit, your mistress on my hit
And I'm lifted I'm stiff out of this bitch
Odd in mothafuckin' area
Blood clots give me five feet 'fore I ya
flow, let the big wave carry ya
Tyler got the like he held Jim Carrey up
And your team, ho nigga 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, couple pounds, it up

Get me a Persian rug where the looks like Galaga
[Verse 6: Frank
a super car for a day
Drive around with your friends, smoke a gram of that
Bro, easy on the ounce, 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 I'm straight
I'mma give you 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 sample the feel
Headphone bleed, this shit sound real
Used to work the grill, and fries
I made a mil and them psychics was liars
Now, how fucking crystal balls can I buy and own
Humble old me had to for the fogs
Down in Muscle Beach pumping and bone
Bumping oldies off my cellular
Yeah, bumping off my cellular phone

Goddammit, this rapping is stupid and hard
do it over and over and over again but here I go
[Verse 7: Jasper
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
up a blunt with that fire from hell
Still ignorant, still hit a
Gang, nigga, so I still don't give a shit
Catch me in the back Miley on my lap
Bong rips as I on that little bitch cat

Hah, nigga came through a 9 bar real quick
Just for the bitches, little bit of in my pocket
it, Wolf Gang
[Verse 8: Sweatshirt]
Yeah, that, look, for contrast is a pair of lips
sarapin, settin' fires 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 the bottom of a barrel
So that sterile flow remind these niggas where embarrassed is
Narrow, tight line, might impair him
I made it to Fahrenheit, grimey get dinero type
Feral, fuckin' ill apparel, wearin' of parasites
his own youth off the roof after paradise
La di da di, in here to fuck the party up
fridges, tippin' 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 flow
Off the wall loafers, Loko, and a cobra clutch
bold and rough, evoke a ho to pose as drum
And let me hit and it with a stick until the hole was numb
The of the potent punch
Scoldin' hot as dunkin' scrotum in a cup
Or Nevada, drivin' inside a stolen truck
Shittin' like his colon
Belly full of chicken and a of old petroleum
Supernova, I'm rollin' over the
I'm roamin' through the forest and spittin' cold as the is
Stay gold 'til the closed and the story end
Post mortem this rap shit and record it
To escort it to the morgue again, lord of
Bored of this, forklift the tippy top, under 40 list
Stormin' the gate, the bass
Scorchin' ladies sore in torso and face
Get at me with savages, a pack of Apache
Indian pack of niggas who don't give a fuck if we 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 that mothafuckin' gladiator manner of
As an I let Percocet and Xannies relax me
back if your paddies is Maxi, please
[Verse 9: Tyler the
OF, that's all I got
From my brother Frankie to my little brother Tac
From that father figure to that skatey nigga Naks
Shredding down 'Fax, Wolf Gang run the block
Storefront, tat
Book cover is the same 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 fucking beer, I'm tipsy off this pop
This is for the in the suburbs
And the white kids with nigger who say the n-word
And the ones that got called weird, fag, bitch,
Cause you was jazz, kitty cats, and Steven Spielberg
They say we ain't right
Always try to turn our color into black and white
But never change 'em, never understand 'em
Radical's my anthem, turn my amps up
So instead of critiquing and bitching, being mad as
admit, not only are we talented, we're rad as fuck, bitches

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