Luyện nghe bài hát Potato Salad

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

[Verse 1: 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 some lil' niggas who 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 shit barbers
Cause we with the beef like closeted gay fathers
we get dollars, give 'em to Ben Baller
Exchange for them chains that's all with thick water
I got back pains, heavy like whipped cream
My clean, and they all white, I whip cream
And cop boys and I joy stick, I 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 gun with the big beam
Married to the money, my bitch
No I don't sip lean, but ride around in rockets like Yao
Y'all niggas
They I was goofy and all mouses
Double C my and fill them with Comme blouses
cop kush, my nigga I cop houses
And fill em with some Leo DiCap's and some Sprouses, nigga
Where we? Rocky,
GOLF, boy, where we at? in Pari'

2: A$AP Rocky]
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 polices
I don't Chanel, I rock channel
And no this ain't a purse, a satchel (At you)
Bless, at you, nah I ain't
But if want steam or smoke, bet I match you
Got a bullet your name on the barrel
If don't clip, you get nip like it's cat food
That dude, when I die, gotta make a statue
Bad attitude, this ain't a purse, a satchel
Go to any nigga money up in my bracket
Then I about the state of rapping
All the in the classes
All the super seniors and ramblin'
and rappin', mumble rapping?
I find it hard to find actual
I find it hard to find an challenge
I'm like Shabazz Palace's last acid hit,
Rap labyrinth, word to Kodak's Black's Lazarus
"Calldrops" on the skits

[Verse 3: Tyler the
Ayo, I'm the channel you watch, I'm the ammo in the Glock
Weird nigga, full suit with the and the socks, stop
And on my neck boy
You think I hate 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, strum
Bum wish they could make a garden shed
But sleeping on me man like their arm is dead
I'm a wild nigga boy and you bred, born
You animal, you are, corn, hahah, yeah!

[Outro: Tyler the
K shiz, up nigga!