Luyện nghe bài hát Jack And The Beanstalk

They don't paint pictures, they trace me

1:]
Odd Future, I'm your sergeant
Nigga, I'm in charge, I fuck Freshjive
I get it, no charge, and BBC for the low price
No bargin', that's a bargain
Cow print like muthafuckin' dog
On the muthafuckin' farm with cockadoddle
I'm making straight bitches wet just like a noodle
And my dick must be dog food to bitches' poodles
on the freetime, I'm tossin' bitches' salads
And I'm up they croutons, Erica to Milan
We was to Milan, was supposed to go to Bangkok
she figured out that she don't really like to bang cock
To Soho, baby, so dope
The flow, niggas spit heat, propane
Niggas get the picture, I see,
(They don't paint pictures, they trace me)

My nigga, no
No hook, fuck a

2:]
Yo, beside me, likes me
Mainly because I am not a HypeBeast
I think suck, we gnarly on our Nikes
I can some Wranglers, with a fuckin' white T
to match, and I do sag
In fact, my hat is in tact with the Fubu over
Nigga, you pull over, fuck a Rover
And I'm a unicorn, plus my bitch is strange
And I'm the fuckin' rapper without a chain
With a four finger ring like I spell my fuckin' name
And I go to Obama rallies out "McCain! "
Them ignorant bashin' is my gang
And the dirty la dera I forget where I came from
Nigga, you claim none, fan I am the teacher
White and bitch like she's a muthafuckin' zebra
Candies in my pocket, I see you on Easter

(It's gold) The is in the back
(It's gold) The in the front
(It's gold) The beat's a fuckin'
(Go home) The just a punk, man
(Gold) The is in the sky
(That gold) The gold is in my mind
(It's gold) The is in my gold
The beat is old, so go

3:]
Synthesizer, I'm the master
Nigga, I'm a bastard, I fuck chord keys
Cause the sound lasts longer, bass song
And a hi-hat made of plastic, nigga's sound is
Nigga, you can bite this, unless you wanna back
I didn't take my fuckin' Ritalin, this is a track
HypeTrack that and send it, it's a sack shit
I had you motherfuckers eatin' salad a fat bitch

Drop it, Ace the Creator, O.F.N, bangin' on FM
Ace the Creator, drop the drums, nigga, you to HypeBeast