Luyện nghe bài hát Oldie

[Intro:
Yo, shout out to everybody that worked on the
You feel me, Yo, shouts out to Ty Dollas
Shouts out to Hodgy Daddies, shouts out to Brizzle
out to Domyon, shouts out to Frankie Ocean
Shouts out to Syd the Dude, shouts out to Awk
1: Tyler the Creator]
Big eared bandit is all his manners
In a bag and wrappin' them in seran bandages
Tossin' 'em in baskets with the rest of those
So when he says "Catch up, nigga" it looks an accident
Um, flowin' my pad is the maxiest
My bitch white and black like been mimickin' a panda
the dark skinned nigga, kissin' bitches in Canada
Then kicking all out like Mr. Lawrence did
Put her in the chamber all against her Chamberlain
I never had a Reason, nigga I was Ableton
Not a Logic contradictin' dick head
Flyer than an moshin' in a tar pit
Semen scented cheetah tee
In 'Preme five panel, I'll repeat it for the season
Previous items in the
With the normal ass past I cheated on my team
It's me (Tried to get that nigga, but, Wang)
[Verse 2: Hodgy
To have some of knowledge that is one perception
But knowin' you own your opponent is a defeatin'
I'm to a Kronos, cartilage cartridge is boneless
of cowards in lead showers, dead spouses in red blouses
Children who fled houses on Mustang horses and joustin'
I'm on my Robin shit, robbing in the hood
Whips, drugs, jewels, and your pet, I'm your rings
Coke diamonds and your Vet, lace the fuckin' boot
And salute like the troop when you shoot you poop
It's KillHodgy, nigga, stay the 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 party at the
I call a ho, you call a ho, and all the hoes
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 the hash at
I'm tryna smoke, bitch get higher
Domo where Flocka Flame? Talking 'bout a lighter
Still salute me or just shoot me
Cause if you salute me then my team will do the shooting
Yeah my nigga Ace will the black jack
The king G is in the cut with the black mac
Living like the Mafia, bitch, get to slacking up
And if haters acting up, throw 'em in the aqueduct
my nigga Earl, yo, I don't really ask for much
But two bad in front of me cunnilingus
4: Mike G]
What the is caution?
Often I leave you and cause 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 hanging the
lettermans that Ace has been making him
No while we catching matinees, huh?
I'm getting thinking 'bout those days
I had the top off the GT3 like
One in the air, all's fair when crime pays
My grand scheme of things is to be
To the game like bitches to their rings
And you don't even need to look cause we obscene
In the light, ride slow to my yellow 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
these Polish bitches into pop stars
Humanity kills, we all suffer from insanity
And if I said it then it is or it's gonna be
OF I OD and I probably will, uh
5: Domo Genesis]
It's still Mr. Smoke-a-Lotta-Pot, get your baby mommy
With my other 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' since a snotty tot
Big wheel was a big with the water Glocks
Now I'm all grown, sing just to give 'em watts
Fire what I talk, but still cooler than an Pop
Op Dom neck shit in your list
Mad sick shit, mad dick for bitches
On some slick shit, your on my hit list
And I'm lifted 'til I'm out of this bitch
Odd in mothafuckin' area
Blood clots give me five feet 'fore I ya
Suicide flow, let the big carry ya
Tyler got the mask he held Jim Carrey up
And fuck your team, ho wassup
Gang so you know we not giving no fucks
You know me dog, I'm a in the cut so I can
Cut it short, break it down, pounds, roll it up

Get me a Persian rug the center looks like Galaga
6: Frank Ocean]
Rent a 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 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 this wine, the runner just brought the
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 sample the
bleed, make this shit sound real
Used to work the grill, fatburger and
I made a mil and them psychics was liars
Now, how many fucking crystal can I buy and own
Humble old me had to flex for the
Down in Beach pumping iron and bone
Bumping oldies off my cellular
Yeah, bumping off my cellular phone

Goddammit, this is stupid and it's hard
do it over and over and over again but here I go
[Verse 7: Jasper
Hey it's Jasper, not even a
Only on this beat to make my racks faster
Got a TV show, so I I'm an actor
Pot head, baked, lookin' like Chappelle
Rollin' up a blunt with that fire from
Still ignorant, still hit a
Gang, nigga, so I still don't give a shit
Catch me in the with Miley on my lap
rips as I feel on that little bitch cat

Hah, nigga came through with a 9 bar quick
for the bitches, little bit of money in my pocket
Fuck it, Gang
[Verse 8: Earl
Yeah, that, look, for contrast is a pair of lips
Swallowin' sarapin, fires to sheriffs whips
(Whoosp, whoosp) All-American terrorist
Crushin' rapper larynx to feed 'em a fuckin' carrot
And me? I just spent a Ferrisin'
And lost a little sanity to show you hysterics is
Spit to the meet the bottom of a barrel
So that sterile piss remind these niggas where embarrassed is
Narrow, tight line, might him since
I made it back to Fahrenheit, grimey get dinero
Feral, fuckin' ill apparel, pack of parasites
Threw his own off the roof after paradise
La di da di, back in to fuck the party up
Raidin' fridges, tippin' over vases with a gun
Never dollars, poppa make it rain pucks
And 60 day chips from fuckin' awesome
Call him 'til he show 'em that the flow deluxe
Off the loafers, Four Loko, and a cobra clutch
Vocals 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
Scoldin' hot as scrotum in a Folgers cup
Or Nevada, drivin' drunk a stolen truck
like his colon bust
Belly full of 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 the case closed and the story end
mortem porkin' 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
Stormin' the gate, the bass
Scorchin' motherfucker sore in torso and face
Get at me with savages, have a pack of
Indian pack of niggas who don't give a if we nasty as flatulence
As a of fact, your swagger is tacky
So see me you can't like Crunchy Black a taxi
Back like lateral
With that mothafuckin' manner of rappin'
As an addict I let Percocet and Xannies me
Fall back if paddies is Maxi, please
9: Tyler the Creator]
OF, shit all I got
my bigger brother Frankie to my little brother Tac
From that father figure Clancy to that skatey Naks
Shredding down 'Fax, Wolf 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 I first drew that donut
5 later, for our label yea we own it
I started an empire, I ain't old enough
To a fucking beer, I'm tipsy off this soda pop
is for the niggers in the suburbs
And the white kids with friends who say the n-word
And the ones that got called weird, fag, bitch,
Cause you was into jazz, kitty cats, and Steven
They say we ain't right
Always try to turn our fucking color black and white
But they'll change 'em, never understand 'em
Radical's my anthem, turn my amps up
So instead of critiquing and bitching, being mad as
Just admit, not only are we talented, rad as fuck, bitches

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