Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck It

Yo, seen a lot of niggas
So when them start talkin' reckless, I get offended
I get it, they try to keep a image, but look a closer
At the and you see that they chameleons
How you
You in the building?
Nigga, I'm an architect, got another crane and I don't know if park it yet
You ain't even one yet, fuck off my property
Tell Australia I'm sneaking in a mic in my damn hand
Instead of the that I packed in my backpack
When Marshall had problem, what the fuck was they telling him?
Is it cause of status or his melanin black? Huh?
I people love to be mad
How can I be misogynist? I love and ass
How can I be homophobic when my boyfriend's a
And we been hiding in the like our passion is fashion
Still trying to out
Couldn't with niggas who decide to take the fun out
Probably cause I like to in where the suns out
So niggas lights is a motherfucking bum out
Thought nudist, but y'all clothes
I was 'bout to tee off and putt-putt the end
Now it's Anti-Golf Boys cause I don't with my friends
Worse thing they me was an opportunity and a pen
Freedom of My freedom was breached
Patrol put me on streets immediately
For shit I when I was a virgin, repeatedly
on Hypebeast cause nobody would listen to me
My child is product of me, honest
Left of center, very different, they want us
They didn't get us, didn't fit enough for their
Diverse and loud, so ignore us
You put your life in a child that everybody
Now everybody hates papa despite that papa's
But that's favorite child boy that's your favorite one
(Kids?) Nope, I'm talking that Cherry Bomb
I don't think they it, I was fearing deteriorating
Almost ate my spirit til the children along
Watching them the songs
Eyeballs from Pilot to 2Seater, I couldn't steer them wrong
That's why I rode the Mclaren, couldn't at the Bimmer
"Tyler losing himself, and that nigga to a diva
Nigga preaching and smiling, wilden' and breathing
Tryna inspire all the little niggas that be him
But that!, We want
Cats daddy problems
fuck fuck, cupcakes buttrape
Golf Wang, daddy fag fag dad dad
Bike lake everything that I hate, plus sad"
can cry about your year's top rap new albums
Golf did a quarter million in about two
Money money ain't the motive, but it is up for
Niggas frontin' niggas wish that could fuck with my production
Saying you the plug, get chords up
I was writing string sections on my bus
They me, my little birds
Be free flap your wings, I it
I wish I had fucking problem
So talk about how I deep I am
Man-child in the flesh bitch I'm Pan
You teir hook muthafuckas won't ever be the man
I got a muthafucking I don't see your plans
So shut your muthafucking mouth when I be man
Cause T the sober nigga that be tweaking fam

I don't rapping like that