Luyện nghe bài hát Uncle Otis

This then is sterophonic sound, scupltured in space (Taylor made)

Shits here is my uncle (Taylor made)
(T-t-taylor made) (Taylor made)

This for my uncle Otis

Here's a dome shot to this nigga named
Niggas they the coldest but nigga you just the oldest
Niggas be chasing youth but it's gone
Yo 'Ye, this nigga aint wanna put you on
And he turned around, put on Sean
But to tell em Benny Han Han don't sell no f-cking Wonton's
I don't Sean John, but f-ck with that Ciroc shit
Tupac back, Hit Em Up on some Pac shit
Who run the world?
Will Kelly Rowland come and be my
If you swag then I invented gangsta
Got one in the chamber, the is now in danger
And I dont wear no Gucci Fendi Fendi Prada
I'm Charles Louboutin, you aint sayin' nada
Lil white bitch better stay in ya
You me a nigga, I'ma put the K in ya face
It's a stick up

(So put hands up in the air)
(I just wanna, I wanna, I just wanna)
Know is any Gangstas up in
I do it, I do it, boi
So put hands up in the air
(I just wanna, I just wanna, I wanna)
is any Gangstas up in here?
I do it

Call Khaled, tell him it, I'm on one
I Tyler, the Creator
Here go courtside
You are now the greatest
blocking the haters
Stays rocking the
The Show On
Til I start aiming the
And Lupe'll souffle half you
Its the Drew league, I don't wanna about the Rucker
Jennifer Lopez just got a divorce and I already got her up in the Porsche
Tryna you How To love
How To
Marc too short (bitch)
Look how that look
And I'm 6 foot 7 8 foot Crooks and Castles
All my niggas with castles
Red Nation graduation crooks with tassels
a party, it's a party, it's a party
Sittin up in Room, blowing that Marley
You wanna hit it, so put ya up in the air

(So put hands up in the air)
(I wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna)
Know is any up in here?
I do it, I do it, boi
So put hands up in the air
(I just wanna, I wanna, I just wanna)
is any Gangstas up in here?
I do it

I got the money up in the rubber
run up on me, try to take it from me (boom)
I aint Morris Chestnut, I Ricky
But I give you 9 shots, you can that Fifty
Dre got that Bass I just call it Nicki
Working on that Detox, blowin on sticky
Can I hit it In The
Better be a
Gotta hard, Ace, Tunechi and Ricky
Frank Ocean, you can see my Odd Future
You gon need than Novacaine after I shoot ya
I went to Coachella not to see Jigga
I to see Wiz but theres Amber, perfect
I took a seat on the red
Hit it with that Wiz on, whatever
So put pussy on my face
and let me taste, a taste
I'ma eat it up like my last
I'ma I'ma do it different, she gettin no cash
You why? I'm Not A Star
Somebody I got a chppper in the car, huh
That a lie

(So put your up in the air)
(I just wanna, I wanna, I just wanna)
is any Gangstas up in here?
I do it, I do it, boi
So put hands up in the air
(I wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna)
Know is any up in here?
I do it