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 Hodgy Daddies, shouts out to Left
out to Domyon, shouts out to Frankie Ocean
Shouts out to Syd the Dude, shouts out to Awk
[Verse 1: the Creator]
Big eared bandit is tossin' all his
In a bag and wrappin' them in seran wrap
Tossin' 'em in baskets with the rest of those
So when he "Catch up, nigga" it looks like an accident
Um, flowin' like my pad is the
My bitch and black like she's been mimickin' a panda
It's the dark skinned nigga, kissin' in Canada
Then all out like Mr. Lawrence did Pamela
Put her in the chamber all her Wilt Chamberlain
I never had a Reason, nigga I was just
Not a fuckin' Logic contradictin' head
Flyer an ostrich moshin' in a tar pit
Semen scented cheetah tee
In that 'Preme panel, I'll repeat it for the season
Previous items in the
With the normal ass past like I on my team
me (Tried to get that nigga, but, Golf Wang)
[Verse 2: Beats]
To have some type of that is one perception
But knowin' you own opponent is a defeatin' bonus
I'm Zeus to a Kronos, cartilage cartridge is
Smiles of cowards in lead showers, dead in red blouses
Children who fled houses on Mustang horses and went
I'm on my Robin Hood shit, robbing in the
Whips, drugs, jewels, and your pet, I'm 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,
[Verse 3: Left
got the juice, I got the gin
Jasper got the Henny, my we get it in
Wolf Gang party at the
I call a ho, you a ho, and all the hoes tell
You know Brain need a freak
I need a 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, bitch get
Domo where that Flocka Flame? Talking a lighter
Still salute me or just shoot me
Cause if you don't me then my team will do the shooting
Yeah my Ace will pull the black jack
The king G is in the cut with the black mac
Living the Mafia, bitch, don't get to slacking up
And if these haters up, throw 'em in the aqueduct
Free my Earl, yo, I don't really ask for much
But two bad bitches in of me cunnilingus
[Verse 4: G]
the fuck is caution?
Often I leave you flossing and cause exes next to
Lost in translation, the you chase
Got you diving for the plates like you home base
great, I'm home alone dreaming of two on ones
With Rihanna and Milian, bring it on
And Travis is in the organizing and hanging the tramp
Three lettermans that Ace has been him
No strays while we matinees, huh?
I'm getting blazed 'bout those days
I had the top off the GT3 like
One finger in the air, all's fair when pays
My scheme of things is to be attached
To the game like bitches to their rings
And you don't even need to cause we gleam obscene
In the light, ride slow to my yellow diamond
Like the Batman logo over Gotham, rock LA to
If you say "Get 'em Mike G" I got 'em
One man squadron, nigga I'm a
From I got bars and plans to
these Polish bitches into pop stars
Humanity kills, we all suffer from still
And if I said it then it is or it's gonna be
OF 'til I OD and I will, uh
[Verse 5: Genesis]
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, alone, like Macaulay Cock
I've been blocks since a snotty tot
Big wheel was a big deal with the water
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 your
On slick shit, your mistress on my hit list
And I'm lifted 'til I'm stiff out of this
Odd in your area
Blood clots me five feet 'fore I bury ya
Suicide flow, let the big carry ya
Tyler got the mask 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 center looks like
6: Frank Ocean]
Rent a car for a day
around with your friends, smoke a gram of that haze
Bro, easy on the ounce, a lot for a day
But just enough for a week, my nigga can I say
I'm hi and I'm Bi, wait, I mean I'm
I'mma give you wine, the runner just brought the grapes
My give it some time, Morris, and Day
Course you know the vibe's as fly as the
On the song, cut and you sample the feel
bleed, make this shit sound real
Used to work the grill, and fries
Then I a mil and them psychics was liars
Now, how many crystal balls can I buy and own
old me had to flex for the fogs
Down in Muscle Beach pumping iron and
Bumping off my cellular phone
Yeah, bumping oldies off my phone

Goddammit, this rapping is 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
Only on this beat to make my grow faster
Got a TV show, so I I'm an actor
Pot head, half baked, like Chappelle
Rollin' up a blunt with that from hell
ignorant, still hit a bitch
Wolf Gang, nigga, so I still give a shit
Catch me in the back Miley on my lap
Bong rips as I feel on little bitch cat

Hah, nigga came through a 9 bar real quick
for the bitches, little bit of money in my pocket
Fuck it, Gang
[Verse 8: Sweatshirt]
Yeah, fuck that, look, for contrast is a of lips
Swallowin' sarapin, settin' to sheriffs whips
(Whoosp, whoosp) fuckin' terrorist
Crushin' rapper larynx to feed 'em a fuckin' carrot
And me? I just spent a year
And lost a sanity to show you what hysterics is
Spit to the lips meet the of a barrel
So that sterile piss flow remind these niggas where 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 roof after
La di da di, in here to fuck the party up
Raidin' fridges, tippin' vases with a tommy gun
dollars, poppa make it rain hockey pucks
And 60 day chips from fuckin' anonymous
Call him 'til he show 'em that the flow deluxe
Off the wall loafers, Loko, and a cobra clutch
Vocals and rough, evoke a ho to pose as drum
And let me hit and beat it with a until the hole was numb
The of the potent punch
hot as dunkin' scrotum in a Folgers cup
Or Nevada, drivin' inside a stolen truck
Shittin' like his bust
full of chicken and a fifth 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 case closed and the end
Post mortem this rap shit and record it
To escort it to the morgue again, lord of
Bored of this, the tippy top, best under 40 list
the gate, ensurin' the bass
Scorchin' ladies motherfucker sore in torso and
Get at me savages, have a pack of Apache
Indian pack of who don't give a fuck if we nasty as flatulence
As a matter of fact, your swagger is
So see me you like Crunchy Black catchin' a taxi
like lateral passin'
With that mothafuckin' manner of rappin'
As an addict I let Percocet and relax me
back if your paddies is Maxi, please
[Verse 9: Tyler the
OF, that's all I got
From my bigger brother Frankie to my brother Tac
From that father figure Clancy to that skatey nigga
Shredding 'Fax, Wolf Gang run the fucking block
Storefront, tat
Book is the same lettering on lettermans and cotton socks
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 old enough
To drink a fucking beer, I'm off this soda pop
This is for the niggers in the
And the kids with nigger friends who say the n-word
And the ones that got weird, fag, bitch, nerd
Cause you was jazz, kitty cats, and Steven Spielberg
They say we ain't right
try to turn our fucking color into black and white
But they'll never 'em, never understand 'em
Radical's my anthem, my fucking amps up
So instead of and bitching, being mad as fuck
Just admit, not are we talented, we're rad as fuck, bitches

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