Luyện nghe bài hát Potato Salad

[Intro: the Creator]
Yo, now you gon' start me from the top?
out Harlem, man
Shout out Rocky, man
in the building, man
What's good? Is that potato
Yo,

1: Tyler the Creator]
Niggas me the cold shoulder, I can speak for myself
So I keep a high waist and alligator the
And got a belt with the holster, I ain't games
But got lil' niggas who would do it so I pass the controller
You get pressed and X out, tri-angle your
Pause life if you squares try to mess with my O's, whoa
So cut the like shit barbers
Cause we really with the beef like closeted gay
Nigga we get dollars, give 'em to Ben
Exchange for chains that's all shiny with thick water
I got back pains, neck heavy whipped cream
My whip clean, and they all white, I cream
And cop and I joy stick, I whip cream and cop cribs
I got more than big jeans, y'all sleeping on me
why they got shit dreams
I'm alien, got the laser gun with the big
to the money, my bitch green
No I sip lean, but ride around in rockets like Yao Ming
Y'all weak
They thought I was goofy and all
Double C my and fill them with Comme blouses
Y'all cop kush, my I cop houses
And em with some Leo DiCap's and some Cole Sprouses, nigga
Where we? Rocky,
GOLF, boy, where we at? Nigga in

[Verse 2: A$AP
Fuck clothes, I cop
Couple thots with me and them is like divas
Got my Vans on but look like sneakers
a couple packs, BasedGod in the speakers
Bass all in the
In the field like baseball, play ball, face wall when come
I don't rock Chanel, I channel
And no this ain't a purse, it's a (At you)
Bless, at you, nah I ain't
But if want steam or smoke, bet I match you
Got a with your name on the barrel
If hollows don't clip, you get nip like cat food
That dude, when I die, they make a statue
Bad attitude, this a purse, it's a satchel
Go to any with money up in my bracket
I think about the state of rapping
All the freshmens in the
All the super mumblin' and ramblin'
and rappin', mumble rapping?
I it hard to find actual talent
I find it hard to find an actual
I'm like Palace's last acid hit, elaborate
Rap lab's labyrinth, to Kodak's Black's Lazarus
"Calldrops" on the skits

3: Tyler the Creator]
Ayo, I'm the channel that you watch, I'm the ammo in the
nigga, full suit with the sandals and the socks, stop
And on my neck boy
You would think I glass homes way I'm handling the rocks
Who cast the first stone? it's me, fuck you thought?
Real nigga, I ain't got a flannel as the top
And I'm up guitar, strum nigga
Bum niggas wish could make a garden shed
But they sleeping on me man like arm is dead
I'm a wild nigga boy and you bred, born
You animal, you are, corn, hahah, yeah!

Tyler the Creator]
K shiz, up nigga!