Luyện nghe bài hát Oldie

[Intro:
Yo, out to everybody that worked on the album
You feel me, son? Yo, shouts out to Ty
Shouts out to Hodgy Daddies, out to Left Brizzle
Shouts out to Domyon, out to Frankie Ocean
Shouts out to Syd the Dude, shouts out to Awk
[Verse 1: the Creator]
Big eared bandit is all his manners
In a bag and them in seran wrap bandages
Tossin' 'em in baskets with the of those sandwiches
So he says "Catch up, nigga" it looks like an accident
Um, flowin' my pad is the maxiest
My bitch white and black like she's 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 against her Wilt
I never had a Reason, I was just Ableton
Not a Logic contradictin' dick head
than an ostrich moshin' in a tar pit
Semen scented 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
It's me (Tried to get that nigga, but, Wang)
[Verse 2: Beats]
To some type of knowledge that is one perception
But you own your opponent is a defeatin' bonus
I'm Zeus to a Kronos, cartilage is boneless
Smiles of cowards in lead showers, dead in red blouses
Children who fled houses on horses and went joustin'
I'm on my Robin Hood shit, robbing in the
Whips, drugs, jewels, and your pet, I'm stealin' your
Coke diamonds and your Vet, soldiers lace the boot
And salute like the troop when you shoot you poop
It's KillHodgy, nigga, stay the fuck off my
And out my aid, Juice
[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 Left Brain need a
I need a to go down like a Nitty beat
Yup, uh, and her ass fat
Don't be surprised if I ask the hash at
Nigga I'm smoke, bitch get higher
Domo where that Flocka Talking 'bout a lighter
Still bang me or just shoot me
if you don't salute me then my team will do the shooting
Yeah my nigga Ace pull the black jack
The king Mike G is in the cut the black mac
like 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]
What the fuck is
Often I leave you flossing and exes next to coffins
Lost in translation, the dreams you
Got you diving for the plates you stealing home base
That's great, I'm home alone dreaming of two on
With and Christina Milian, bring it on
And is in the closet organizing and hanging the tramp
Three lettermans that Ace has making him
No while we catching matinees, huh?
I'm getting blazed thinking 'bout days
I had the top off the GT3 toupees
One finger in the air, all's fair when crime
My grand of things is to be attached
To the game like to their wedding rings
And you don't even need to look cause we gleam
In the light, slow to my yellow diamond shining
Like the logo over 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 these Polish bitches pop stars
Humanity kills, we all from insanity still
And if I said it then it is or it's gonna be
OF 'til I OD and I will, uh
5: Domo Genesis]
It's still Mr. Smoke-a-Lotta-Pot, get baby mommy popped
With my snobby 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, like Macaulay
been runnin' 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
what I talk, but still cooler than an Otter Pop
Op Dom neck shit in your wish
Mad sick shit, mad dick for your
On some slick shit, your on my hit list
And I'm lifted 'til I'm out of this bitch
Odd in your area
Blood give me five feet 'fore I bury ya
Suicide flow, let the big wave ya
Tyler got the mask like he Jim Carrey up
And fuck team, ho nigga wassup
Wolf so you know we not giving 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: Frank
a super car for a day
Drive around with your friends, smoke a gram of haze
Bro, easy on the ounce, 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 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 could the feel
Headphone bleed, make this shit real
Used to work the grill, and fries
Then I made a mil and them was liars
Now, how fucking crystal balls can I buy and own
Humble old me had to for the fogs
Down in Beach pumping iron and bone
Bumping oldies off my phone
Yeah, bumping oldies off my cellular

Goddammit, this rapping is stupid and hard
Gotta do it and over and over again but here I go
[Verse 7: Jasper
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, lookin' like
up a blunt with that fire from hell
Still ignorant, hit a bitch
Gang, nigga, so I still don't give a shit
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 real
Just for the bitches, little bit of money in my
Fuck it, Wolf
[Verse 8: Sweatshirt]
Yeah, that, look, for contrast is a pair of lips
Swallowin' sarapin, settin' to sheriffs whips
(Whoosp, whoosp) fuckin' terrorist
Crushin' larynx to feed 'em a fuckin' carrot stick
And me? I just spent a Ferrisin'
And lost a little sanity to show you what is
Spit to the meet the bottom of a barrel
So that sterile piss flow remind these niggas embarrassed is
Narrow, tight line, might impair him
I made it to Fahrenheit, grimey get dinero type
Feral, fuckin' ill apparel, pack of parasites
Threw his own off the roof after paradise
La di da di, back in here to the party up
Raidin' fridges, tippin' vases with a tommy gun
Never dollars, poppa make it rain pucks
And 60 day from fuckin' awesome anonymous
Call him bloated he show 'em that the flow 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 it with a stick until the hole was numb
The culprit of the potent
Scoldin' hot as dunkin' scrotum in a cup
Or Nevada, drivin' drunk inside a stolen
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' as the porridge is
Stay gold 'til the closed and the story end
Post mortem this rap shit 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 sore in torso and face
Get at me with savages, have a of Apache
Indian pack of niggas who don't give a fuck if we nasty as
As a of fact, your swagger is tacky
So see me you can't like Black catchin' a taxi
like lateral passin'
With mothafuckin' gladiator manner of rappin'
As an I let Percocet and Xannies relax me
Fall back if your is Maxi, please
[Verse 9: the Creator]
OF, that's all I got
From my bigger Frankie to my little brother Tac
From that father Clancy to that skatey nigga Naks
Shredding down 'Fax, Wolf Gang run the fucking
Storefront, tat
Book cover is the same lettering on lettermans and cotton
And tape...and my shoes
Um, I was 15 I first drew that donut
5 later, for our label yea we own it
I an empire, I ain't even old enough
To drink a fucking beer, I'm tipsy off soda pop
This is for the in the suburbs
And the white with 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 ain't acting
Always try to turn our fucking color into and white
But they'll never change 'em, understand 'em
Radical's my anthem, my fucking amps up
So instead of critiquing and bitching, mad as fuck
Just admit, not are we talented, we're rad as fuck, bitches

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