Luyện nghe bài hát Pigeons

[Verse 1:
Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your
Odd Future even niggas in past tense
Style is patent, the measures is
Either that or they 4:4, some them fantastic
She called me fantastic, I called her a fat
Still the pussy, put the cat in a casket
The funeral service was fucking worthless, so I said a couple at it
Didn't her but I'm confirming that she sure gurgled dick
The Odd nigga with a in your danimals
As hungry as a cannibal, in a van of cantaloupes
Harder than granite, hoes know I'm
With the grand of Van Damme's fist in a damn cannon so
Fans catch us on Planet, tracking hoes
And faster than foes can change the channel, whoa
My dick hates sweaters so she jack it
The aftermath proves to be than hair relaxer, oh

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

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

Earl, goddammit, I'm still in my damn
Waiting on mom to bring me the Aspirin from a trampoline
And if I pick her up, I'm humping and I'm fucking with no
I'm spit, piss, vaseline or something, how old is she?
(Seventeen) This bitch is
But I'll her face off tied and Nicholas caged
But anyway, give me fag, cause I'm low on gas
Aww it, about to jack off, go catch a fucking cab
No I'm not lying when I say that all I have
But if not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, I'm sleep

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

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

[Outro:
Told you he can rap, muthafucka