《Oldie》歌曲试听

[ti:Oldie] [ar:Odd Future] [al:The Of Tape Vol. 2] [by:竹韵] [00:00.00]Odd Future - Oldie [00:00.55] [00:01.07]lrc编辑：几度执笔 QQ：1522780439 [00:01.69] [00:02.26]Yo, shout out to everybody that worked on the album [00:03.22]You feel me, son? Yo, shouts out to Ty Dollas [00:06.75]Shouts out to Hodgy Daddies, shouts out to Left Brizzle [00:11.12]Shouts out to Domyon, shouts out to Frankie Ocean [00:15.69]Shouts out to Syd the Dude, shouts out to L-Boy Awk [00:21.44] [00:24.75]Big eared bandit is tossing all his manners [00:27.22]In a bag and wrapping them in seran wrap bandages [00:29.97]Tossing them in baskets with the rest of those sandwiches [00:32.66]So when he says "catch up, n*gga" it looks like an accident [00:35.89]Um, flowing like my pad is the maxiest [00:38.17]My b*tch white and black like she’s been mimicking a panda [00:40.86]It’s the dark skinned n*gga, kissing b*tches in Canada [00:43.68]Then kicking all out like Mr. Lawrence did Pamela [00:46.36]Put her in the chamber all against her Will Chamberlain [00:49.03]I never had a reason, n*gga, I was just able [00:51.70]Not a f*cking Logic contradicting d*ck head [00:54.64]Flyer than an ostrich moshing in a tar pit [00:57.36]Semen scented cheetah printed tee [00:60.00]In that ’Preme five panel, I’ll repeat it for the season [01:02.68]Previous items in the present [01:05.43]With the normal ass past like I cheated on my team [01:07.66]Man (tried to get that n*gga, but, Golf Wang) [01:18.52] [01:19.39]To have some type of knowledge that is one perception [01:21.78]But knowing you own your opponent is a defeating bonus [01:24.54]I’m Zeus to a Kronos [01:25.84]Cartilage cartridge is boneless [01:27.34]Smiles of cowards in lead showers [01:29.45]Dead spouses in red blouses [01:31.23]Children who fled houses on Mustang horses an went jousting [01:34.74]I’m on my Robin Hood sh*t [01:36.62]Robbin’ in the hood: whips, drugs, jewels, and your pet [01:39.46]I’m stealing your rings, coke diamonds and your Vet [01:42.10]Soldiers lace the f*ckin’ boot [01:43.40]And salute like the troop when they shoot you gon’ poop [01:46.17]It’s Killhodgy, n*gga, stay the f*ck off my stoop [01:48.78]And out my Kool aid, juice [01:51.99] [01:57.69]Hodgy got the juice, I got the gin [02:00.20]Jasper got the Henny, my n*gga we get it in [02:02.92]Wolf Gang party at the hotel [02:05.91]I call a ho, you call a ho, and all the hoes tell [02:09.31]You know Left Brain need a freak [02:11.46]I need a b*tch to go down like a Nitty beat [02:14.02]Yup, uh, and her ass fat [02:16.76]Don’t be surprised if I ask where the hash at [02:19.47]N*gga I’m tryin’ to smoke, b*tch get higher [02:22.28]Domo where that Flocka Flame? Talkin’ ’bout a lighter [02:25.28]Still bang salute me or just shoot me [02:27.45]Cause if you don’t salute me then my team will do the shooting [02:30.07]Yea my n*gga Ace will pull the black jack [02:33.00]The king Mike G is in the cut with the black mac [02:35.92]Livin’ like the Mafia, b*tch, don’t get to slacking up [02:38.44]And if these haters actin’ up, throw ’em in the aqueduct [02:41.15]Free my n*gga Earl, yo, I don’t really ask for much [02:44.01]But two bad b*tches in front of me cunnilingus [02:47.46] [02:56.99]What the f*ck is caution? [02:58.13]Often I leave you flossin’ and cause exes next to coffins [03:01.86]Lost in translation, the dreams you chase [03:04.03]Got you diving for the plates like you stealin’ home base [03:07.35]That’s great - I’m home alone dreamin’ of two on ones [03:10.63]With Rihanna and Christina Milian, bring it on [03:13.40]And Travis is in the closet organizing and hangin’ the tramp [03:16.58]Three lettermans that Ace has been makin’ him [03:19.47]No strays while we catchin’ matinees, huh? [03:22.00]I’m gettin’ blazed thinking ’bout those days [03:24.25]I had the top off the GT3 like toupees [03:27.04]One finger in the air, all’s fair when crime pays [03:29.78]My grand scheme of things [03:31.64]Is to be attached to the game like b*tches to their wedding rings [03:35.06]And you don’t even need to look [03:36.66]Cause we gleam obscene in the light [03:38.36]Ride slow to my yellow diamond shining like the Batman logo over Gotham [03:41.83]Rock LA to Harlem [03:44.49]If you say "get ’em Mike G" then I got ’em [03:47.11]One man squadron, n*gga I’m a problem [03:49.71]From Briggs I got bars and plans to [03:51.86]Pimp these Polish b*tches into pop stars [03:53.74]Humanity kills, we all suffer from insanity still [03:56.58]And if I said it then it is or it’s gonna be real [03:59.76]OF ’til I OD and I probably will, uh [04:03.00] [04:13.37]It’s still Mr. Smoke-a-lot-of-pot [04:15.36]Get your baby mommy popped with my other snobby bop [04:17.89]Do I love her, prolly not [04:19.26]Know your sh*t is not as hot as anything I f*ckin’ drop [04:22.09]B*tch I’m in the zone, stand alone, like Macaulay Cock [04:24.71]I’ve been runnin’ blocks since a snotty tot [04:27.41]Big wheel was a big deal with the water Glock [04:30.18]Now I’m all grown, sing songs just to give ’em watts [04:32.84]Fire what I talk, but still cooler than the otter pop [04:35.64]Op Dom neck sh*t in your wish list [04:38.34]Mad sick sh*t, mad d*ck for your b*tches [04:40.92]On some slick sh*t, your mistress on my hit list [04:43.73]And I’m lifted ’til I’m stiff out of this b*tch [04:47.59]Odd in your motherf*ckin’ area [04:49.25]Blood clots give me five feet ’fore I bury ya [04:51.96]Suicide flow, let the big wave carry ya [04:54.61]Tyler got the mask like he held Jim Carey up [04:57.49]And f*ck your team, ho n*gga wassup [05:00.31]Wolf Gang so you know we not givin’ no f*cks [05:03.13]You know me dog, I’ma chill in the cut so I can [05:05.93]Cut it short, break it down, couple pounds, roll it up [05:08.41] [05:14.82](Get me a Persian rug where the center looks like Galaga) [05:18.81] [05:19.45]Rent a super car for a day [05:21.00]Drive around with your friends, smoke a gram of that haze [05:23.74]Bro, easy on the ounce, that’s a lot for a day [05:26.20]But just enough for a week, my n*gga what can I say [05:29.02]I’m hi and I’m bye, wait I mean I’m straight [05:32.13]I’ma get you this wine, the runner just brought the grapes [05:34.68]My brother give it some time, Morris, and Day [05:37.27]’Course you know the vibe’s as fly as the rhymes [05:40.07]On the song, cut and you could sample the feel [05:42.96]Headphone bleed, make this sh*t sound real [05:45.73]Used to work the grill, fatburger and fries [05:48.48]Then I made a mil and them psychics was liars [05:51.12]Now, how many f*ckin’ crystal balls can I buy and own [05:54.60]Humble old me had to flex for the fogs [05:57.23]Down in Muscle Beach pumpin’ iron and bone [05:59.96]Bumpin’ oldies off my cellular phone [06:04.63]Yea, bumpin’ oldies off my cellular phone [06:11.13]Bumpin’ oldies off my cellular phone [06:13.60] [06:15.56]Goddammit, this rapping is stupid and it’s hard [06:19.35]Gotta do it over and over and over again but here I go [06:24.76]Hey it’s Jasper, not even a rapper [06:27.28]Only on this beat to make my racks grow faster [06:30.06]Got a TV show, so I guess I’m an actor [06:32.64]Pot head, half baked, lookin’ like Chappelle [06:35.45]Rollin’ up a blunt with that fire from hell [06:38.07]Still ignorant, still hit a b*tch [06:40.77]Wolf Gang, n*gga, so I still don’t give a sh*t [06:43.51]Catch me in the back with Miley on my lap [06:46.18]Bong rips as I feel on that little b*tch cat [06:48.99]Hah, n*gga came through with a 9 bar real quick [06:52.90]Just for the b*tches, little bit of money in my pocket [06:55.64]F*ck it, Wolf Gang [06:57.41] [06:59.96]Yeah, f*ck that [07:08.79]Look, the contrast is a pair of lips [07:11.27]Swallowin’ syrup and settin’ fires to sheriffs whip [07:14.47]F*ckin’ all American terrorist [07:16.56]Crushin’ rapper larynx to feed ’em a f*ckin’ carrot stick [07:19.48]And me? I just spent a year Ferrisin’ [07:21.95]And lost a little sanity to show you what hysterics is [07:24.55]Spit to the lips meet the bottom of a barrel [07:27.33]So that sterile piss flow remind these n*ggas where embarrassed is [07:30.51]Narrow, tight line, might impair him [07:33.34]Since I made it back to Fahrenheit, grimey get dinero type [07:36.06]Pharaoh f*ckin’ pillow tear wearin’ pack of parasite [07:38.23]Threw his own youth off the roof after paradise [07:40.97]Ladidadi back in here to f*ck the party up [07:43.78]Raiding fridges, tipping over vases with a tommy gun [07:46.51]Never dollars, pop would make it rain hockey pucks [07:49.47]60 day chips from f*ckin’ awesome anonymous [07:52.30]Call him bloated ’til he show them that the flow deluxe [07:55.06]Off the wall loafers, four loko, and a cobra clutch [07:57.58]Vocals bold and rough, evoke a ho’ to pose his drum [08:00.82]Let me hit him, hit it with a stick until the ho was numb [08:03.14]Culprit of the potent punch [08:04.45]Scolding hot as dunking scrotum in a Folgers cup - or Nevada [08:07.97]Driving drunk inside a stolen truck [08:09.70]Sh*tting like his colon bust [08:11.03]Belly full of chicken and a fifth of old petroleum [08:13.88]Supernova, I’m rollin’ over the novices [08:16.53]I’m roamin’ through the forest and spittin’ cold as the porridge is [08:19.33]Stay gold ’til the case closed and the story end [08:21.95]Post mortem porkin’ this rap sh*t and record it [08:24.61]To escort it to the morgue again [08:26.02]Lord of lips, bored of this [08:27.39]Forklift the tippy top, best under 40 list [08:30.19]Stormin’ the gate, who’s sure in the base, scorching ladies [08:33.49]Motherf*ckers soarin’, torso and face [08:35.24]Get at me with savages, have a pack of Apache [08:38.05]Indian pack of n*ggas who don’t give a f*ck if we nasty as flatulence [08:41.64]As a matter of fact, your swagger is tacky so see me you can’t [08:44.38]Like crunchy black cats in a taxi [08:46.26]Back like lateral passing [08:49.10]With that motherf*cking gladiator manner of rapping [08:51.74]As an addict I let percocets and xannies relax me [08:54.88]Fall back if your paddies is Maxi [08:56.78]Please [08:57.77] [09:09.22]OF, sh*t that’s all I got [09:11.00]From my bigger brother Frankie to my little brother Tac [09:14.06]From that father figure Clancy to that skatey n*gga Naks [09:16.73]Shredding down ’Fax, Wolf Gang run the f*ckin’ block [09:19.63]Storefront, knee tat [09:21.45]Book cover is the same lettering on lettermans and cotton socks [09:25.55]And grip tape... and my shoes [09:28.61]Um, I was 15 when I first drew that donut [09:32.73]5 years later, for our label yea we own it [09:35.43]I started an empire, I ain’t even old enough [09:38.35]To drink a f*ckin’ beer, I’m tipsy off this soda pop [09:41.78]This is for the niggers in the suburbs [09:43.69]And the white kids with n*gga friends who say the n-word [09:46.51]And the ones that got called weird, fag, b*tch, nerd [09:49.47]Cause you was into jazz, kitty cats, and Steven Spielberg [09:53.23]They say we ain’t actin’ right [09:54.90]Always try to turn our f*ckin’ color into black and white [09:57.27]But they’ll never change ’em, never understand ’em [10:00.07]Radical’s my anthem, turn my f*ckin’ amps up [10:02.91]So instead of critiquing and b*tching, being mad as f*ck [10:05.90]Just admit, not only are we talented, we’re rad as f*ck [10:09.46]B*tches [10:10.51] [10:15.97]OFM, bangin’ on your FM [10:21.05]Gnaw, 2011, yea [10:30.55]Golf Wang [10:31.20] [10:32.41] ★ 竹韵 制作