Luyện nghe bài hát Potato Salad

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

[Verse 1: Tyler the
Niggas give me the shoulder, I can speak for myself
So I keep a waist and alligator the belt
And got a belt with the holster, I playing games
But got lil' niggas who would do it so I pass the controller
You get pressed and X out, tri-angle nose
Pause your life if you try to mess with my O's, whoa
So cut the crap like barbers
Cause we really with the like closeted gay fathers
Nigga we get dollars, give 'em to Ben
Exchange for chains that's all shiny with thick water
I got pains, neck heavy like whipped cream
My whip clean, and they all white, I whip
And cop boys and I joy stick, I whip cream and cop
I got more space than big jeans, y'all on me
why they got shit dreams
I'm alien, got the laser gun with the big
Married to the money, my green
No I sip lean, but ride around in rockets like Yao Ming
niggas weak
They I was goofy and all mouses
Double C my luggage and them with Comme blouses
cop kush, my nigga I cop houses
And fill em with some Leo DiCap's and some Cole Sprouses,
we? Rocky, A$AP
GOLF, boy, where we at? in Pari'

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

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

Tyler the Creator]
K shiz, up nigga!