Luyện nghe bài hát Oldie

[Intro:
Yo, shout out to everybody worked on the album
You me, son? Yo, shouts out to Ty Dollas
Shouts out to Daddies, shouts out to Left Brizzle
Shouts out to Domyon, out to Frankie Ocean
Shouts out to Syd the Dude, shouts out to Awk
[Verse 1: Tyler the
Big eared bandit is tossin' all his
In a bag and wrappin' in seran wrap bandages
Tossin' 'em in baskets with the rest of sandwiches
So he says "Catch up, nigga" it looks like an accident
Um, flowin' like my pad is the
My bitch white and black she's been mimickin' a panda
It's the skinned nigga, kissin' bitches 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 Ableton
Not a Logic contradictin' dick head
than an ostrich moshin' in a tar pit
Semen cheetah printed tee
In that five panel, I'll repeat it for the season
items in the present
With the normal ass past like I cheated on my
It's me (Tried to get that nigga, but, Wang)
[Verse 2: Hodgy
To have type of knowledge that is one perception
But knowin' you own your 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 houses on Mustang and went joustin'
I'm on my Robin Hood shit, in the hood
Whips, drugs, jewels, and your pet, I'm stealin' your
Coke diamonds and your Vet, soldiers lace the boot
And salute the troop when you shoot you gon' poop
It's KillHodgy, nigga, stay the off my stoop
And out my aid, Juice
[Verse 3: Left
got the juice, I got the gin
Jasper got the Henny, my we get it in
Gang party at the hotel
I call a ho, you call a ho, and all the tell
You know Left need a freak
I need a to go down like a Nitty beat
Yup, uh, and her ass fat
be surprised if I ask where the hash at
Nigga I'm tryna smoke, bitch get
Domo where that Flocka Flame? 'bout a lighter
Still bang me or just shoot me
Cause if you don't me then my team will do the shooting
Yeah my nigga Ace will the black jack
The king Mike G is in the cut the black mac
Living like the Mafia, bitch, don't get to up
And if these haters up, throw 'em in the aqueduct
Free my nigga Earl, yo, I don't ask for much
But two bad in front of me cunnilingus
4: Mike G]
What the fuck is
Often I leave you flossing and cause exes 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 of two on ones
With Rihanna and Christina Milian, it on
And Travis is in the closet organizing and hanging the
Three lettermans that Ace has been him
No strays we catching matinees, huh?
I'm getting blazed thinking 'bout days
I had the top off the GT3 like
One finger in the air, all's fair when crime
My scheme of things is to be attached
To the game like bitches to their rings
And you even need to look cause we gleam obscene
In the light, ride to my yellow diamond shining
Like the Batman logo over Gotham, LA to Harlem
If you say "Get 'em G" then 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 insanity still
And if I said it it is or it's gonna be real
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, alone, like Macaulay Cock
I've been runnin' blocks a snotty tot
Big wheel was a big deal with the water
Now I'm all grown, songs just to give 'em watts
Fire what I talk, but still cooler an Otter Pop
Op Dom neck shit in your list
Mad shit, mad dick for your bitches
On slick shit, your mistress on my hit list
And I'm lifted I'm stiff out of this bitch
Odd in mothafuckin' area
Blood clots give me five feet I bury ya
Suicide flow, let the big carry ya
Tyler got the mask he held 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, couple pounds, it up

Get me a Persian rug where the center looks like
[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 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 this wine, the runner just 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 could the feel
Headphone bleed, make this shit sound
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
Humble old me had to flex for the
in Muscle Beach pumping iron and bone
Bumping off my cellular phone
Yeah, bumping oldies off my phone

Goddammit, rapping is stupid and it's hard
Gotta do it over and and over again but here I go
[Verse 7: Dolphin]
Hey it's Jasper, not even a
Only on this beat to make my racks grow
Got a TV show, so I I'm an actor
Pot head, half baked, lookin' Chappelle
Rollin' up a blunt with fire from hell
Still ignorant, 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 feel on that little cat

Hah, nigga came with a 9 bar real quick
Just for the bitches, little bit of in my pocket
Fuck it, Wolf
[Verse 8: Earl
Yeah, fuck that, look, for contrast is a 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 a year Ferrisin'
And a little sanity to show you what hysterics is
Spit to the lips meet the of a barrel
So that sterile piss flow remind these where embarrassed is
Narrow, tight line, might him since
I made it to Fahrenheit, grimey get dinero type
Feral, fuckin' ill apparel, wearin' pack of
his own youth off the roof after paradise
La di da di, back in here to the party up
Raidin' fridges, tippin' vases with a tommy gun
dollars, poppa make it rain hockey pucks
And 60 day chips from awesome anonymous
Call him 'til he show 'em that the flow deluxe
Off the wall loafers, Four Loko, and a cobra
bold and rough, evoke a ho to pose as drum
And let me hit and beat it with a stick until the hole was
The culprit of the punch
hot as dunkin' scrotum in a Folgers cup
Or Nevada, drivin' drunk inside a stolen
Shittin' his colon bust
full of chicken and a fifth of old petroleum
Supernova, I'm rollin' over the
I'm roamin' the forest and spittin' cold as the porridge is
Stay gold 'til the case and the story end
mortem porkin' this rap shit and record it
To it to the morgue again, lord of lips
Bored of this, forklift the top, best under 40 list
Stormin' the gate, the bass
Scorchin' ladies motherfucker in torso and face
Get at me savages, have a pack of Apache
Indian pack of niggas who give a fuck if we nasty as flatulence
As a matter of fact, your is tacky
So see me you can't like Crunchy Black a taxi
Back like passin'
With that gladiator manner of rappin'
As an addict I let and Xannies relax me
Fall if your paddies is Maxi, please
[Verse 9: Tyler the
OF, shit all I got
From my bigger brother Frankie to my brother Tac
From father figure Clancy to that skatey nigga Naks
Shredding down 'Fax, Wolf Gang run the fucking
Storefront, tat
cover is the same lettering on lettermans and cotton socks
And tape...and my shoes
Um, I was 15 when I drew that donut
5 years later, for our yea we own it
I started an empire, I even old enough
To a fucking beer, I'm tipsy off this soda pop
This is for the in the suburbs
And the white kids with nigger who say the n-word
And the ones 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 color into black and white
But they'll never change 'em, understand 'em
my anthem, turn my fucking amps up
So of critiquing and bitching, being mad as fuck
admit, not only are we talented, we're rad as fuck, bitches

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