Luyện nghe bài hát Bastard

Yo, fuck and fuck Naw Right
And any other fuck-nigga-ass blog that put an 18 year old nigga
Making his own fucking beats, covers, and all that shit
Fuck you post-Drake-ass cliche-jerking, LA-slauson
Fuck-nigga-ass niggas, now back to the album

[Dr. TC]
Well, Tyler, hi, I'm Dr. TC, and um, I'm
That your teacher sent you to talk cause you were misbehaving
Um, it's gonna be sessions, today, tomorrow, Wednesday
So, just me something about yourself
Well look, if you talk, I mean these sessions are going to go slower

1]
This is the devil plays before he goes to sleep
Some food for thought some food for death, go ahead and eat
My dead, well I don't know, we'll never fucking meet
I cut my wrist and piano cause I'm so depressed
call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed
This meeting just begun, nigga I'm son

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

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

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

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

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

7]
I graduated honors or fucking 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, just like me with her mister
So both of our imaginations are of the fucking situation
That's having our brains like dating, wearing some fucking Heelies

8]
I know you feel 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, what's religion I am legend
I roll with and musicians with an intuition
I created O.F. I feel we're more talented
Than 40 old rappers talking about Gucci
When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing peers
the same problem, the only way to solve them
Is to go to Father's Day with a gold revolver
Life's a salad, I'm a toss it, eat that shit up, Ross it
Shit it out, bag it up, 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 father didn't give a fuck, so it's I inherit
My mom is all I so it's never meet the parents
When Danielle or Malonda decide to fucking
This confused boy, I wanna hug hoy, I'm bad for you kids to 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 feel as I'm

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

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