Luyện nghe bài hát Oldie

[Intro:
Yo, shout out to that worked on the album
You feel me, son? Yo, out to Ty Dollas
out to Hodgy Daddies, shouts out to Left Brizzle
Shouts out to Domyon, shouts out to Ocean
out to Syd the Dude, shouts out to L-Boy Awk
[Verse 1: the Creator]
Big eared is tossin' all his manners
In a bag and wrappin' them in seran wrap
Tossin' 'em in baskets the rest of those sandwiches
So when he says "Catch up, nigga" it like an accident
Um, flowin' like my pad is the
My bitch white and black like she's mimickin' a panda
It's the dark skinned nigga, kissin' in Canada
Then kicking all out like Mr. did Pamela
Put her in the chamber all against her Wilt
I never had a Reason, I was just Ableton
Not a Logic contradictin' dick head
Flyer an ostrich moshin' in a tar pit
Semen scented printed tee
In 'Preme five panel, I'll repeat it for the season
Previous items in the
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, cartridge is boneless
Smiles of cowards in lead showers, dead spouses in red
Children who fled houses on horses and went joustin'
I'm on my Robin shit, robbing in the hood
Whips, drugs, jewels, and your pet, I'm your rings
diamonds and your Vet, soldiers lace the fuckin' boot
And salute the troop when you shoot you gon' poop
KillHodgy, nigga, stay the fuck off my stoop
And out my aid, Juice
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, get higher
Domo that Flocka Flame? Talking 'bout a lighter
Still bang salute me or just me
Cause if you don't salute me then my 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, get to slacking up
And if these haters acting up, throw 'em in the
Free my 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
Lost in translation, the you chase
Got you for the plates like you stealing home base
That's great, I'm home alone of two on ones
Rihanna and Christina Milian, bring it on
And Travis is in the closet organizing and hanging the
Three that Ace has been making him
No while we catching matinees, huh?
I'm getting blazed 'bout those days
I had the top off the GT3 like
One finger in the air, all's fair when crime
My grand scheme of is to be attached
To the game like bitches to wedding rings
And you don't need to look cause we gleam obscene
In the light, slow to my yellow diamond shining
Like the logo over Gotham, rock LA to Harlem
If you say "Get 'em Mike G" I got 'em
One man squadron, nigga I'm a
From Briggs I got and plans to
Pimp these Polish into pop stars
kills, we all suffer from insanity still
And if I said it then it is or gonna be real
OF 'til I OD and I will, uh
[Verse 5: Domo
It's still Mr. Smoke-a-Lotta-Pot, get your baby popped
my other 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' since a snotty tot
Big wheel was a big deal with the Glocks
Now I'm all grown, sing just to give 'em watts
Fire what I talk, but cooler than an Otter Pop
Op Dom neck shit in wish list
Mad sick shit, mad dick for your
On some shit, your mistress on my hit list
And I'm lifted 'til I'm stiff out of bitch
Odd in your area
clots give me five feet 'fore I bury ya
Suicide flow, let the big carry ya
got the mask 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, pounds, roll it up

Get me a Persian rug the center looks like Galaga
[Verse 6: Frank
Rent a car for a day
around with your friends, smoke a gram of that haze
Bro, on the ounce, that's 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 mean I'm
I'mma give you this wine, the runner just 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 sample the feel
Headphone bleed, this shit sound real
Used to work the grill, fatburger and
Then I made a mil and psychics was liars
Now, how many fucking crystal can I buy and own
Humble old me had to for the fogs
Down in Muscle Beach iron and bone
Bumping oldies off my cellular
Yeah, bumping off my cellular phone

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

Hah, nigga through with a 9 bar real quick
for the bitches, little 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
Crushin' rapper larynx to 'em a fuckin' carrot stick
And me? I just spent a year
And lost a little sanity to 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, impair him since
I made it back to Fahrenheit, grimey get dinero
Feral, fuckin' ill apparel, wearin' 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 vases with a gun
Never dollars, poppa make it rain pucks
And 60 day chips from fuckin' awesome
him bloated 'til he show 'em that the flow deluxe
Off the wall loafers, 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 inside a truck
Shittin' like his colon
Belly full of chicken and a fifth of old
Supernova, I'm over the novices
I'm roamin' through the forest and cold as the porridge is
gold 'til the case closed and the story end
Post mortem this rap shit and record it
To escort it to the morgue again, of lips
of this, forklift the tippy top, best under 40 list
Stormin' the gate, ensurin' the
Scorchin' ladies motherfucker sore in and face
Get at me with savages, have a of Apache
Indian pack of niggas who don't give a if we nasty as flatulence
As a matter of fact, your swagger is
So see me you like Crunchy Black catchin' a taxi
like lateral passin'
With that mothafuckin' manner of rappin'
As an addict I let Percocet and relax me
Fall back if your is Maxi, please
[Verse 9: the Creator]
OF, that's all I got
From my bigger brother to my little brother Tac
From father figure Clancy to that skatey nigga Naks
Shredding 'Fax, Wolf Gang run the fucking block
Storefront, tat
Book cover is the same lettering on and cotton socks
And tape...and my shoes
Um, I was 15 when I first that donut
5 later, for our label yea we own it
I started an empire, I ain't even old
To a fucking beer, I'm tipsy off this soda pop
This is for the niggers in the
And the white with nigger friends who say the n-word
And the ones that got called weird, fag, bitch,
Cause you was jazz, kitty cats, and Steven Spielberg
They say we acting right
try to turn our fucking color into black and white
But they'll change 'em, never understand 'em
my anthem, turn my fucking amps up
So instead of 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, Wang