Luyện nghe bài hát Oldie

[Intro:
Yo, shout out to everybody that worked on the
You me, son? Yo, shouts out to Ty Dollas
out to Hodgy Daddies, shouts out to Left Brizzle
Shouts out to Domyon, 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' in seran wrap bandages
'em in baskets with the rest of those sandwiches
So when he "Catch up, nigga" it looks like an accident
Um, like my pad is the maxiest
My bitch and black like she's been mimickin' a panda
It's the dark skinned nigga, bitches in Canada
Then kicking all out Mr. Lawrence did Pamela
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 that 'Preme panel, I'll repeat it for the season
Previous in the present
With the normal ass like I cheated on my team
It's me (Tried to get that nigga, but, Wang)
[Verse 2: Hodgy
To have some type of knowledge that is one
But knowin' you own opponent is a defeatin' bonus
I'm Zeus to a Kronos, cartilage cartridge is
Smiles of in lead showers, dead spouses in red blouses
Children who fled on Mustang horses and went joustin'
I'm on my Robin Hood shit, robbing in the
Whips, drugs, jewels, and your pet, I'm your rings
diamonds and your Vet, soldiers lace the fuckin' boot
And salute like the troop when you shoot you poop
KillHodgy, nigga, stay the fuck off my stoop
And out my Kool aid,
3: Left 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 tell
You know Left Brain a freak
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 tryna smoke, bitch get
where that Flocka Flame? Talking 'bout a lighter
Still bang salute me or 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 bitches in front of me
[Verse 4: G]
the fuck is caution?
Often I leave you flossing and exes next to coffins
in translation, the dreams you chase
Got you diving for the plates like you stealing base
That's great, I'm alone dreaming of two on ones
With Rihanna and Milian, bring it on
And Travis is in the closet and hanging the tramp
Three lettermans Ace has been making him
No while we catching matinees, huh?
I'm getting blazed thinking 'bout those
I had the top off the GT3 like
One finger in the air, 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 gleam
In the light, ride slow to my diamond shining
Like the Batman over Gotham, rock LA to Harlem
If you say "Get 'em G" then I got 'em
One man squadron, nigga I'm a
Briggs I got bars and plans to
Pimp these Polish into pop stars
Humanity kills, we all suffer from still
And if I said it it is or it's gonna be real
OF I OD and I probably will, uh
[Verse 5: Genesis]
still Mr. Smoke-a-Lotta-Pot, get your baby mommy popped
With my other snobby bop, do I love 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 blocks since a snotty tot
Big wheel was a big deal the water Glocks
Now I'm all grown, songs just to give 'em watts
Fire what I talk, but still cooler than an Pop
Op Dom shit in your wish list
Mad sick shit, mad dick for bitches
On some slick shit, mistress on my hit list
And I'm lifted I'm stiff 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 your team, ho nigga
Gang 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 looks like Galaga
[Verse 6: Frank
a super car for a day
Drive around with your friends, smoke a of that haze
Bro, on the ounce, that's 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 you this wine, the runner just brought the grapes
My brother give it time, Morris, and Day
Course you the vibe's as fly as the rhymes
On the song, cut and you could the feel
Headphone bleed, make this shit real
Used to the grill, fatburger and fries
Then I a mil and them psychics was liars
Now, how many fucking crystal can I buy and own
old me had to flex for the fogs
Down in Beach pumping iron and bone
Bumping oldies off my cellular
Yeah, bumping oldies off my phone

Goddammit, this rapping is stupid and it's
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 to make my racks grow faster
Got a TV show, so I guess I'm an
Pot head, half baked, like Chappelle
Rollin' up a blunt with that fire from
Still ignorant, hit a bitch
Wolf Gang, nigga, so I don't give a shit
me in the back with Miley on my lap
Bong rips as I feel on that little cat

Hah, nigga came through with a 9 bar real
for the bitches, little bit of money in my pocket
Fuck it, Gang
8: Earl Sweatshirt]
Yeah, that, look, for contrast is a pair of lips
Swallowin' sarapin, settin' fires to sheriffs
(Whoosp, whoosp) fuckin' terrorist
Crushin' rapper 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 meet the bottom of a
So that sterile piss flow these niggas where embarrassed is
Narrow, tight line, impair 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' vases with a tommy gun
Never dollars, make it rain hockey pucks
And 60 day chips from fuckin' anonymous
Call him bloated he show 'em that the flow deluxe
Off the wall loafers, Four Loko, and a cobra
Vocals bold and rough, evoke a ho to as drum
And let me hit and beat it with a stick until the was numb
The of the potent punch
Scoldin' hot as dunkin' scrotum in a cup
Or Nevada, drunk inside a stolen truck
Shittin' like his bust
Belly full of chicken and a fifth of old
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 porkin' this rap shit and it
To escort it to the morgue again, lord of
Bored of this, the tippy top, best under 40 list
Stormin' the gate, ensurin' the
Scorchin' motherfucker sore 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 matter of fact, your is tacky
So see me you like Crunchy Black catchin' a taxi
like lateral passin'
With that mothafuckin' gladiator of rappin'
As an addict I let and Xannies relax me
Fall back if your paddies is Maxi,
[Verse 9: Tyler the
OF, that's all I got
From my bigger brother Frankie to my little Tac
that father figure Clancy to that skatey nigga Naks
Shredding down 'Fax, Wolf run the fucking block
Storefront, tat
Book is the same lettering on lettermans and cotton socks
And tape...and my shoes
Um, I was 15 when I first drew that
5 years later, for our yea we own it
I started an empire, I even old enough
To drink a fucking beer, I'm tipsy off soda pop
is for the niggers in the suburbs
And the white kids with nigger friends who say the
And the ones that got weird, fag, bitch, nerd
Cause you was jazz, kitty cats, and Steven Spielberg
They say we ain't right
Always try to turn our color into black and white
But they'll never change 'em, never 'em
my anthem, turn my fucking amps up
So of critiquing and bitching, being mad as fuck
Just admit, not only are we talented, rad as fuck, bitches

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