Luyện nghe bài hát Pigeons

[Verse 1:
back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses
Odd Future leaving even niggas in tense
Style is patent, the is drastic
that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic
She called me fantastic, I called her a fat
kill the pussy, put the cat in a casket
The funeral service was fucking worthless, so I said a couple at it
know her but I'm confirming that she sure gurgled dick
The Odd nigga with a spoon in danimals
As hungry as a cannibal, trapped in a van of
Harder granite, hoes know I'm coming
With the grand force of Van fist in a damn cannon so
catch us on Animal Planet, tracking hoes
And faster than foes can change the channel, whoa
My dick sweaters so she jack it slow
The proves to be smoother than hair relaxer, oh

Wave to the Ritalin regiment
Double S shit, on the Letterman, bitch
wolves at the door, bitch, let us in
Kill 'em all, O.F. is I represent
Say hi to the Ritalin
Double S shit, on the Letterman, bitch
wolves at the door, bitch, let us in
Kill 'em all, O.F. is I represent

2]
Took the van, went her
Oh, you wanna snap and scratch? Snap your fucking
Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie Ace for back up fag
I got class and can't this bitch to math, what
Tell the fucking teacher this burlap sack is filled
With snacks for after class for the whole to snack up
Yeah, right, get over here
Cause Earl's a pro rapper but amateur

Earl, goddammit, I'm still in my pajamas
Waiting on mom to bring me the Aspirin a trampoline jump
And if I pick her up, I'm humping and I'm fucking no lubricant
I'm using spit, piss, or something, how old is she?
(Seventeen) This is underage
But I'll have her face off tied and Nicholas
But anyway, give me fag, cause I'm low on gas
Aww fuck it, about to jack off, go a fucking cab
No I'm not lying I say that brother's all I have
But if you're not dying fucking bother to call me back, I'm sleep

Kill people, burn shit, school
Odd Future here to steer you to the fuck's cool
Fuck rules, life, rape, write, repeat twice
Odd Future young enough to get priest mouth drool

[Verse 3:
I don't a fuck, like a senior citizen
Shit and run back to the lab, assistance from
Sister with the bumbaclot girls
I'm calves big cause they run a lot and scream, oh
Pay him some attention, he's and he's genius
He ain't me like Martin Sheen's penis
Y'all niggas ain't clean as my is meanest
amputees in the knees, Jesus
Please, just peep the method where
I take a beat, strip it naked then I wreck it
It's no question, OF
And you can tell by the chiseled horns on my bitch
Hammerhat than a bag of bats
And Jade's a fucking acrobat, I'll her on a mattress
Last straw, fuck that, I'm who broke the back
Say you want that dope shit, welcome to Satan's patch, bitch

Tyler]
Told you he can rap, muthafucka