Luyện nghe bài hát Bastard

Yo, fuck 2DopeBoyz and fuck Naw
And any other fuck-nigga-ass blog can't put an 18 year old nigga
Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all shit
Fuck you post-Drake-ass cliche-jerking, rapping
Hypebeast niggas, now back to the album

[Dr. TC]
Well, Tyler, hi, I'm Dr. TC, and um, I'm
That your teacher you here to talk cause you were misbehaving
Um, it's be three sessions, today, tomorrow, Wednesday
So, just me something about yourself
Well look, if you don't talk, I mean these sessions are going to go

1]
This is what the devil before he goes to sleep
Some food for thought food for death, go ahead and fucking eat
My father's dead, well I don't know, never fucking meet
I cut my wrist and play cause I'm so depressed
Somebody call the pastor, bastard is so possessed
This meeting begun, nigga I'm Satan's son

2]
My mother raised me a single parent so apparent
I got love for my mother, none of you other fuckers
Are much important I'm angrier while recording
I'm feeling like the Bulls, I've got a of Wolves
Odd Future is children fucked up on they mental
but probably not, fuck them

3]
I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as
white girls the only way I'll get my dick sucked
Suspended from school coolest nigga without
Easy to like black bitches with fake leopard
Soak me up in a tampon, but the lamp on
Cause this album pack evil
you can't fit inside a Jansport, go to school with this

4]
I go AP to JC inside a fucking week
Waking up with girls like "Yo, bitch, how the fuck we meet?"
I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her
Every time I walk inside the house, she tend to start shit
No to drugs I never spark it, I used to be bullied for honor
By that were slow as molasses, take this shit to school

5]
Raquel treat me like my like a fucking stranger
She still don't I made Sarah to strangle her
Not put her in danger and her up in the back of a Wrangler
All because she said no to homecoming, running
Inside my telling me evil thoughts
I'm the dream catcher but but nightmares I caught, go to sleep

6]
I wear green hats because I'm lucky
Fuck me the monster said, somehow the dead
Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still
this state of mind, big moves, Max Keeble
I'm on my grind feeble, my is evil
My fucking samples are too illegal, play this in church

7]
I graduated without honors or father
He died (I'm so sorry) No bitch, even fucking bother
I wanted a brother my mother I her
But instead I got a sister, like me with her mister nada
So of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation
That's having our brains racing like dating, wearing some fucking

8]
I know you fucking me, I want to fucking kill me
But times I'm so you think I'm silly
I'm doing Big Style Willy touch 11
Seven, religion nigga? I am legend
I roll with and musicians with an intuition
I created O.F. I feel we're more talented
40 year old rappers talking about Gucci
When they have kids they seen in years, impressing their peers
With the problem, the only way to solve them
Is to go to Father's Day convention with a revolver
Life's a salad, I'm a toss it, eat that up, Rick Ross it
it out, bag it up, sell it, I'm so damn rebellious
Cause my let me do what I want
She careless, protective she is the bear
The shit is so bare, my isn't hid
My didn't give a fuck, so it's something I inherit
My mom is all I have so it's never meet the
When Danielle or Malonda decide to fucking
This confused boy, I hug hoy, I'm bad for you kids to listen to
Soy is not the choice, I'm bad milk, it

Dr. TC]
Whoa, umm, it you had a lot to say
Uh, who knows I might as I'm evaluating

9]
My is all red from the cutter
Dripping cold like the winter, the summer
Is never equivalent to me and Sarah
Well that's not her name, but I this shit is clever
My niggas wanna know if I'm fucking, if I'm
But I'm sitting here beers simply just wishing
With a tear they try to tell me but I never
Cause I don't give a like sitting down pissing
Eighteen, still to imaginaries
Hopefully they see the talent I carry like Jimmy
Losers can never win me, you can offend me
My goal in life is a Grammy, hopefully momma attend the
Ceremony with all my homies, I'm
This my Zombie Circus, I hope the majors this
a deal, I just want my father's email
So I can tell him how much I fucking hate him in

Dr. TC]
Wow, umm, so Tyler if you had the to tell him something
would you tell him?