Luyện nghe bài hát Potato Salad

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

1: Tyler the Creator]
Niggas give me the cold shoulder, I can for myself
So I a high waist and alligator the belt
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
your life if you squares try to mess with my O's, whoa
So cut the crap like shit
Cause we with the beef like closeted gay fathers
we get dollars, give 'em to Ben Baller
Exchange for them chains all shiny with thick water
I got back pains, neck heavy like cream
My clean, and they all white, I whip cream
And cop and I joy stick, I whip cream and cop cribs
I got more space big jeans, y'all sleeping on me
Explain why they got dreams
I'm alien, got the laser gun with the big
Married to the money, my bitch
No I don't sip lean, but around in rockets like Yao Ming
Y'all weak
thought I was goofy and all mouses
Double C my and fill them with Comme blouses
Y'all cop kush, my nigga I cop
And fill em some Leo DiCap's and some Cole Sprouses, nigga
we? Rocky, A$AP
GOLF, boy, where we at? Nigga in

[Verse 2: Rocky]
clothes, I cop pieces
Couple thots with me and them hoes is 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 polices come
I don't rock Chanel, I rock
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 don't clip, you get nip it's cat food
That dude, I die, they gotta make a statue
Bad attitude, this ain't a purse, it's a
Go to any with money up in my bracket
Then I think the state of rapping
All the freshmens in the
All the super seniors and ramblin'
Mumblin and rappin', rapping?
I it hard to find actual talent
I find it hard to an actual challenge
I'm like Shabazz Palace's acid hit, elaborate
Rap lab's labyrinth, word to Black's Lazarus
"Calldrops" on the skits

3: Tyler the Creator]
Ayo, I'm the channel you watch, I'm the ammo in the Glock
nigga, full suit with the sandals and the socks, stop
And on my neck boy
You would think I hate glass homes way I'm the rocks
Who the first stone? Bitch it's me, fuck you thought?
Real grunge nigga, I got a flannel as the top
And I'm picking up guitar, strum
Bum niggas wish they make a garden shed
But they sleeping on me man their 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!