Luyện nghe bài hát Pigeons

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

Wave high to the regiment
S shit, swastikas on the Letterman, bitch
Hungry at the door, bitch, let us in
Kill 'em all, O.F. is what I
Say hi to the regiment
Double S shit, swastikas on the Letterman,
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 Snap your fucking jabber
Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie Ace for back up fag
I got class and can't this bitch to math, what
the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled
With snacks for class for the whole class to snack up
Yeah, right, get over here
Earl's a pro rapper but amateur kidnapper

Earl, goddammit, I'm still in my damn
Waiting on mom to bring me the Aspirin a trampoline jump
And if I pick her up, I'm humping and I'm fucking with no
I'm using spit, piss, vaseline or something, how old is
(Seventeen) This is underage
But I'll have her face off tied and caged
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 when I say that brother's all I
But if you're not dying don't fucking to call me back, I'm sleep

Kill people, burn shit, fuck
Odd Future to steer you to what the fuck's cool
Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, twice
Odd Future young enough to get your priest drool

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

Tyler]
Told you he can rap, muthafucka