Luyện nghe bài hát Oldie

[Intro:
Yo, shout out to everybody worked on the album
You feel me, son? Yo, shouts out to Ty
Shouts out to Hodgy Daddies, shouts out to Left
Shouts out to Domyon, out to Frankie Ocean
Shouts out to Syd the Dude, shouts out to Awk
[Verse 1: Tyler the
Big bandit is tossin' all his manners
In a bag and them in seran wrap bandages
Tossin' 'em in baskets the rest of those sandwiches
So when he says "Catch up, nigga" it looks an accident
Um, flowin' like my pad is the
My bitch and black like she's been mimickin' a panda
It's the dark nigga, kissin' bitches in Canada
Then all out like Mr. Lawrence did Pamela
Put her in the all against her Wilt Chamberlain
I never had a Reason, nigga I was just
Not a fuckin' contradictin' dick head
Flyer than an moshin' in a tar pit
Semen scented cheetah tee
In that five panel, I'll repeat it for the season
Previous 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 opponent is a defeatin' bonus
I'm Zeus to a Kronos, cartridge is boneless
Smiles of cowards in 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 stealin' your
Coke diamonds and your Vet, soldiers lace the fuckin'
And salute like the troop when you 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
Wolf Gang party at the
I call a ho, you call a ho, and all the hoes
You know Brain 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 salute me or just shoot me
Cause if you don't salute me then my team do the shooting
Yeah my nigga Ace will pull the jack
The king Mike G is in the cut the black mac
Living like the Mafia, bitch, don't get to up
And if haters acting 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
4: Mike G]
What the is caution?
Often I leave you flossing and cause exes to coffins
in translation, the dreams you chase
Got you diving for the plates like you stealing base
That's great, I'm home dreaming of two on ones
With and Christina Milian, bring it on
And Travis is in the organizing and hanging the tramp
Three lettermans that Ace has making him
No strays while we catching matinees,
I'm getting blazed thinking those days
I had the top off the GT3 toupees
One in the air, all's fair when crime pays
My grand of things is to be attached
To the like bitches to their wedding rings
And you don't need to look cause we gleam obscene
In the light, slow to my yellow diamond shining
Like the Batman over Gotham, rock LA to Harlem
If you say "Get 'em G" then I got 'em
One man squadron, I'm a problem
From Briggs I got and plans to
these Polish bitches into pop stars
Humanity kills, we all suffer insanity still
And if I said it then it is or gonna be real
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 snobby bop, do I her? prolly not
Know your shit is not as hot as anything I fuckin'
Bitch I'm in the zone, stand alone, like Cock
I've been runnin' blocks a snotty tot
Big wheel was a big deal with the Glocks
Now I'm all grown, sing songs just to 'em watts
Fire what I talk, but still cooler than an Pop
Op Dom neck shit in wish list
Mad sick shit, mad for your bitches
On some slick shit, mistress on my hit list
And I'm lifted 'til I'm out of this bitch
Odd in your mothafuckin'
clots 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 Gang so you we not giving no fucks
You me dog, I'm a chill in the cut so I can
Cut it short, it down, couple pounds, roll it up

Get me a Persian rug where the center like Galaga
[Verse 6: 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 nigga 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 give it time, Morris, and Day
Course you know the as fly as the rhymes
On the song, cut and you sample the feel
bleed, make this shit sound real
Used to work the grill, and fries
I made a mil and them psychics was liars
Now, how many fucking balls can I buy and own
Humble old me had to for the fogs
Down in Muscle pumping iron and bone
Bumping off my cellular phone
Yeah, bumping off my cellular phone

Goddammit, rapping is stupid and it's hard
Gotta do it over and over and over but here I go
7: Jasper Dolphin]
Hey it's Jasper, not a rapper
Only on this beat to make my racks faster
Got a TV show, so I guess I'm an
Pot head, half baked, lookin' Chappelle
Rollin' up a blunt with 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 rips as I on that little bitch cat

Hah, nigga came through a 9 bar real quick
for the bitches, little bit of money in my pocket
Fuck it, Wolf
[Verse 8: Sweatshirt]
Yeah, that, look, for contrast is a pair of lips
Swallowin' sarapin, settin' fires to sheriffs
(Whoosp, whoosp) fuckin' All-American
Crushin' rapper larynx to feed 'em a fuckin' stick
And me? I just spent a year
And lost a little to show you what hysterics is
Spit to the lips the bottom of a barrel
So that sterile flow 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, wearin' pack of
Threw his own youth off the roof after
La di da di, back in here to the party up
Raidin' fridges, over vases with a tommy gun
dollars, poppa make it rain hockey pucks
And 60 day chips fuckin' awesome anonymous
Call him bloated 'til he 'em that the flow deluxe
Off the wall loafers, Loko, and a cobra clutch
bold and rough, evoke a ho to pose as drum
And let me hit and beat it with a until the hole was numb
The culprit of the potent
Scoldin' hot as dunkin' scrotum in a cup
Or Nevada, drivin' inside a stolen truck
Shittin' his colon bust
Belly full of chicken and a of old petroleum
Supernova, I'm rollin' over the
I'm through the forest and spittin' cold as the porridge is
Stay gold the case closed and the story end
Post porkin' this rap shit and record it
To escort it to the morgue again, of lips
Bored of this, forklift the top, best under 40 list
Stormin' the gate, ensurin' the
Scorchin' ladies motherfucker in torso and face
Get at me with savages, have a pack of
pack of niggas who don't give a fuck if we nasty as flatulence
As a of fact, your swagger is tacky
So see me you like Crunchy Black catchin' a taxi
Back like passin'
With that mothafuckin' gladiator of rappin'
As an I let Percocet and Xannies relax me
Fall back if your is Maxi, please
9: Tyler the Creator]
OF, that's all I got
From my brother Frankie to my little brother Tac
From that father figure Clancy to skatey nigga Naks
Shredding down 'Fax, Wolf Gang run the fucking
Storefront, tat
Book cover is the same lettering on lettermans and socks
And grip tape...and my
Um, I was 15 when I drew that donut
5 years later, for our yea we own it
I an empire, I ain't 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 friends who say the
And the that got called weird, fag, bitch, nerd
Cause you was jazz, kitty cats, and Steven Spielberg
They say we ain't acting
Always try to turn our fucking color into black and
But they'll never 'em, never understand 'em
Radical's my anthem, 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, banging on FM
Gnaw, 2011, yeah, Golf