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,

[Verse 1: the Creator]
Niggas give me the shoulder, I can speak for myself
So I keep a high and alligator the belt
And got a belt with the holster, I ain't games
But got some lil' niggas who would do it so I pass the
You get and X out, tri-angle your nose
your 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, 'em to Ben Baller
Exchange for them chains that's all with thick water
I got back pains, neck heavy like whipped
My whip clean, and they all white, I cream
And cop and I joy stick, I whip cream and cop cribs
I got more space than big jeans, y'all on me
Explain why they got dreams
I'm alien, got the laser gun with the big
Married to the money, my green
No I don't sip lean, but ride around in like Yao Ming
Y'all weak
They thought I was and all mouses
Double C my luggage and fill with Comme blouses
Y'all cop kush, my nigga I cop
And fill em some Leo DiCap's and some Cole Sprouses, nigga
Where we? Rocky,
GOLF, boy, where we at? Nigga in

[Verse 2: Rocky]
Fuck clothes, I cop
Couple thots with me and them is like divas
Got my on but they look like sneakers
Flipped a couple packs, BasedGod in the
all in the speakers
In the field like baseball, play ball, face wall when come
I rock Chanel, I rock channel
And no this a purse, it's a satchel (At you)
Bless, at you, nah I sneeze
But if niggas want or smoke, bet I match you
Got a bullet your name 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 money up in my bracket
Then I think about the of rapping
All the in the classes
All the super seniors and ramblin'
Mumblin and rappin', mumble
I find it hard to actual talent
I it hard to find an actual challenge
I'm Shabazz Palace's last acid hit, elaborate
Rap lab's labyrinth, word to Kodak's Black's
"Calldrops" on the skits

[Verse 3: the Creator]
Ayo, I'm the that you watch, I'm the ammo in the Glock
Weird nigga, 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? Bitch it's me, fuck you
Real grunge nigga, I got a flannel as the top
And I'm picking up guitar, nigga
Bum niggas wish they could make a shed
But they on me man like their arm is dead
I'm a nigga boy and you farmer bred, born
You animal, you are, corn, hahah, yeah!

[Outro: Tyler the
K shiz, up nigga!