Luyện nghe bài hát Oldie

[Intro:
Yo, shout out to that worked on the album
You feel me, son? Yo, out to Ty Dollas
Shouts out to Hodgy Daddies, shouts out to Brizzle
Shouts out to Domyon, shouts out to Frankie
Shouts out to Syd the Dude, out to L-Boy Awk
[Verse 1: the Creator]
Big bandit is tossin' all his manners
In a bag and them in seran wrap bandages
Tossin' 'em in with the rest of those sandwiches
So when he says "Catch up, nigga" it looks an accident
Um, like my pad is the maxiest
My bitch white and black like she's been mimickin' a
It's the dark skinned nigga, kissin' bitches in
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 just
Not a fuckin' Logic contradictin' head
Flyer than an ostrich in a tar pit
Semen scented printed tee
In 'Preme five panel, I'll repeat it for the season
Previous in the present
With the normal ass past like I cheated on my
me (Tried to get that nigga, but, Golf Wang)
[Verse 2: Beats]
To have some type of that is one perception
But you own your opponent is a defeatin' bonus
I'm Zeus to a Kronos, cartilage cartridge is
Smiles of cowards in showers, dead spouses in red blouses
Children who fled houses on horses and went joustin'
I'm on my Robin Hood shit, in the hood
Whips, drugs, jewels, and your pet, I'm your rings
Coke diamonds and Vet, soldiers lace the fuckin' boot
And like the troop when you shoot you gon' poop
It's KillHodgy, nigga, the fuck 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 tell
You know Left Brain need a
I need a bitch to go down like a 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
bang salute me or just shoot me
Cause if you salute me then my team will do the shooting
my nigga Ace will pull the black jack
The king Mike G is in the cut with the mac
Living like the Mafia, bitch, don't get to up
And if these haters acting up, '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 is caution?
I leave you flossing and cause exes next to coffins
Lost in translation, the dreams you
Got you diving for the plates you stealing home base
great, I'm home alone dreaming of two on ones
With Rihanna and Christina Milian, it on
And Travis is in the closet organizing and hanging the
Three lettermans Ace has been making him
No strays we catching matinees, huh?
I'm blazed thinking 'bout those days
I had the top off the GT3 like
One finger in the air, all's fair when pays
My grand scheme of is to be attached
To the game like bitches to their rings
And you don't even need to look cause we gleam
In the light, slow to my yellow diamond shining
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
Pimp Polish bitches into pop stars
kills, we all suffer from insanity still
And if I said it then it is or it's be real
OF I OD and I probably will, uh
5: Domo Genesis]
It's still Mr. Smoke-a-Lotta-Pot, get your mommy popped
With my other bop, do I love her? prolly not
Know your is not as hot as anything I fuckin' drop
I'm in the zone, stand 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 songs just to give 'em
Fire what I talk, but still cooler an Otter Pop
Op Dom neck in your wish list
Mad sick shit, mad dick for bitches
On some slick shit, mistress on my hit list
And I'm lifted 'til I'm stiff out of this
Odd in mothafuckin' area
Blood clots give me five feet 'fore I ya
Suicide flow, let the big carry ya
Tyler got the like he held Jim Carrey up
And fuck your team, ho wassup
Wolf Gang so you know we not giving no
You know me dog, I'm a in the cut so I can
Cut it short, break it down, couple pounds, it up

Get me a Persian rug where the center like Galaga
6: Frank Ocean]
Rent a car for a day
Drive around with your friends, smoke a gram of that
Bro, on the ounce, that's 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 just brought the grapes
My give it some time, Morris, and Day
you know the vibe's as fly as the rhymes
On the song, cut and you could sample the
Headphone bleed, make this shit sound
to work the grill, fatburger and fries
Then I made a mil and them psychics was
Now, how fucking crystal balls can I buy and own
Humble old me had to for the fogs
Down in Muscle Beach pumping iron and
Bumping off my cellular phone
Yeah, bumping off my cellular phone

Goddammit, this rapping is stupid and it's
Gotta do it over and and over again but here I go
7: Jasper Dolphin]
Hey Jasper, not even a rapper
Only on this beat to my racks grow faster
Got a TV show, so I guess I'm an
Pot head, half baked, lookin' Chappelle
Rollin' up a blunt with that fire hell
Still ignorant, hit a bitch
Wolf Gang, nigga, so I still give a shit
Catch me in the with Miley on my lap
Bong rips as I feel on little bitch cat

Hah, nigga came through with a 9 bar quick
Just for the bitches, bit of money in my pocket
Fuck it, Wolf
[Verse 8: Sweatshirt]
Yeah, fuck that, look, for is a pair of lips
Swallowin' sarapin, settin' fires to whips
(Whoosp, whoosp) fuckin' All-American
rapper larynx to feed 'em a fuckin' carrot 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, get dinero type
Feral, ill apparel, wearin' pack of parasites
his own youth off the roof after paradise
La di da di, back in here to fuck the up
Raidin' fridges, tippin' over with a tommy gun
Never dollars, poppa it rain hockey pucks
And 60 day chips fuckin' awesome anonymous
Call him bloated 'til he show 'em the flow deluxe
Off the wall loafers, Four Loko, and a clutch
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 of the potent punch
Scoldin' hot as dunkin' scrotum in a 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 and the story end
Post mortem porkin' this rap and record it
To escort it to the morgue again, of lips
Bored of this, forklift the tippy top, best 40 list
Stormin' the gate, the bass
Scorchin' ladies motherfucker sore in and face
Get at me savages, have a pack of Apache
Indian pack of niggas who don't give a fuck if we nasty as
As a matter of fact, swagger is tacky
So see me you like Crunchy Black catchin' a taxi
Back lateral passin'
that mothafuckin' gladiator manner of rappin'
As an addict I let Percocet and relax me
Fall back if paddies is Maxi, please
[Verse 9: the Creator]
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, 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 I first drew that donut
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
is for the niggers in the suburbs
And the kids with nigger friends who say the n-word
And the ones that got called weird, fag, bitch,
Cause you was into jazz, kitty cats, and Spielberg
They say we ain't acting
Always try to turn our color into black and white
But never change 'em, never understand 'em
Radical's my anthem, turn my amps up
So instead of and bitching, being mad as fuck
Just admit, not only are we talented, we're rad as fuck,

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