Luyện nghe bài hát Oldie

[Intro:
Yo, out to everybody that worked on the album
You feel me, Yo, shouts out to Ty Dollas
out to Hodgy 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: the Creator]
Big eared is tossin' 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 white and black like she's been mimickin' a panda
the dark skinned nigga, kissin' bitches in Canada
Then kicking all out like Mr. did Pamela
Put her in the chamber all against her Wilt
I never had a Reason, nigga I was Ableton
Not a fuckin' contradictin' dick head
Flyer than an moshin' in a tar pit
scented cheetah printed tee
In that 'Preme five panel, repeat it for the season
items in the present
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 that is one perception
But knowin' you own your opponent is a bonus
I'm to a Kronos, cartilage cartridge is boneless
Smiles of cowards in lead showers, dead in red blouses
Children who fled on Mustang horses and went joustin'
I'm on my Hood shit, robbing in the hood
Whips, drugs, jewels, and your pet, I'm stealin' your
Coke diamonds and your Vet, lace the fuckin' 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
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 a ho, and all the hoes 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 surprised if I ask where the at
Nigga I'm tryna smoke, get higher
Domo where that Flame? Talking 'bout a lighter
Still bang salute me or just me
Cause if you don't salute me then my will do the shooting
Yeah my nigga Ace pull the black jack
The Mike G is in the cut with the black mac
Living like the Mafia, bitch, get to slacking up
And if these acting up, throw 'em in the aqueduct
Free my Earl, yo, I don't really ask for much
But two bad in front 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 for the plates like you stealing home base
great, I'm home alone dreaming of two on ones
With Rihanna and Milian, bring it on
And Travis is in the closet organizing and the tramp
Three that Ace has been making him
No strays while we catching matinees,
I'm getting blazed thinking 'bout days
I had the top off the GT3 like
One finger in the air, fair when crime pays
My grand of things is to be attached
To the game like bitches to wedding rings
And you don't even need to cause we gleam obscene
In the light, ride slow to my yellow 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 I got bars and plans to
Pimp these Polish into pop stars
Humanity kills, we all suffer from insanity
And if I said it then it is or it's be real
OF I OD and I probably will, uh
[Verse 5: Domo
still Mr. Smoke-a-Lotta-Pot, get your baby mommy popped
With my snobby bop, do I love her? prolly not
Know shit is not as hot as anything I fuckin' drop
Bitch I'm in the zone, alone, like 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 songs to give 'em watts
Fire what I talk, but still than an Otter Pop
Op Dom shit in your wish list
Mad shit, mad dick for your bitches
On some shit, your mistress on my hit list
And I'm lifted I'm stiff out of this bitch
Odd in your area
Blood clots give me five feet 'fore I ya
Suicide flow, let the big wave ya
got the mask 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, couple pounds, it up

Get me a Persian rug where the center looks Galaga
[Verse 6: Ocean]
Rent a car for a day
Drive around with your friends, smoke a 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 I'm straight
I'mma you this wine, the runner just brought the grapes
My brother it some 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 shit real
Used to work the grill, fatburger and
Then I made a mil and psychics was liars
Now, how many crystal balls can I buy and own
Humble old me had to for the fogs
Down in Muscle pumping iron and bone
Bumping oldies off my cellular
Yeah, bumping oldies off my phone

Goddammit, rapping is stupid and it's hard
do it over and over and over again but here I go
[Verse 7: Jasper
Hey Jasper, not even a rapper
Only on this to make my racks grow faster
Got a TV show, so I guess I'm an
Pot head, half baked, like Chappelle
Rollin' up a with that fire from hell
Still ignorant, still hit a
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 bitch cat

Hah, nigga came through with a 9 bar real
Just for the bitches, little bit of money in my
Fuck it, Gang
[Verse 8: Sweatshirt]
Yeah, that, look, for contrast is a pair of lips
Swallowin' sarapin, settin' to sheriffs whips
(Whoosp, whoosp) fuckin' All-American
Crushin' rapper 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 lips meet the of a barrel
So that sterile piss flow remind niggas where embarrassed is
Narrow, tight line, might impair him
I made it to Fahrenheit, grimey get dinero type
Feral, ill apparel, wearin' pack of parasites
Threw his own off the roof after paradise
La di da di, back in here to fuck the up
Raidin' fridges, tippin' vases with a tommy 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 loafers, Four Loko, and a cobra clutch
Vocals bold and rough, evoke a ho to pose as
And let me hit and beat it with a stick until the was numb
The of the potent punch
Scoldin' hot as dunkin' in a Folgers cup
Or Nevada, drivin' drunk a stolen truck
like his colon bust
Belly of chicken and a fifth of old petroleum
Supernova, I'm rollin' over the
I'm roamin' through the forest and spittin' as the porridge is
Stay gold the case closed and the story end
mortem porkin' this rap shit and record it
To escort it to the morgue again, lord of
of this, forklift the tippy top, best under 40 list
Stormin' the gate, ensurin' the
Scorchin' ladies sore in torso and face
Get at me with savages, have a of Apache
Indian 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
like lateral passin'
With that gladiator manner of rappin'
As an addict I let Percocet and Xannies me
Fall if your paddies is Maxi, please
[Verse 9: the Creator]
OF, that's all I got
From my bigger brother Frankie to my little Tac
From that father figure Clancy to that skatey nigga
Shredding down 'Fax, Gang run the fucking block
Storefront, tat
Book cover is the same lettering on lettermans and cotton
And grip tape...and my
Um, I was 15 when I first drew that
5 later, for our label yea we own it
I started an empire, I ain't even old
To drink a beer, I'm tipsy off this soda pop
This is for the niggers in the
And the white kids nigger friends who say the n-word
And the ones that got 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 into black and
But they'll never change 'em, understand 'em
my anthem, turn my fucking amps up
So of critiquing and bitching, being mad as fuck
Just admit, not are we talented, we're rad as fuck, bitches

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