Luyện nghe bài hát Potato Salad

[Intro: the Creator]
Yo, now you start me from 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
give me the cold shoulder, I can speak for myself
So I keep a high waist and the belt
And got a belt with the holster, I ain't games
But got some lil' niggas who would do it so I the controller
You get pressed and X out, your nose
Pause your life if you squares try to mess with my O's,
So cut the like shit barbers
Cause we really with the beef like closeted gay
we get dollars, give 'em to Ben Baller
Exchange for chains that's all shiny with thick water
I got back pains, heavy like whipped cream
My whip clean, and they all white, I whip
And cop boys and I joy stick, I whip and cop cribs
I got more space than big jeans, sleeping on me
Explain why they got dreams
I'm alien, got the laser gun the big beam
Married to the money, my bitch
No I sip lean, but ride around in rockets like Yao Ming
Y'all weak
They thought I was and all mouses
Double C my luggage and them with Comme blouses
Y'all cop kush, my I cop houses
And fill em 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
thots with me and them hoes is like divas
Got my Vans on but look like sneakers
Flipped a 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, a satchel (At you)
Bless, at you, nah I ain't
But if niggas want steam or smoke, bet I you
Got a bullet with 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 with money up in my
Then I think about the of rapping
All the in the classes
All the super mumblin' and ramblin'
and rappin', mumble rapping?
I it hard to find actual talent
I find it hard to find an challenge
I'm like Palace's last acid hit, elaborate
Rap lab's labyrinth, word to Black's Lazarus
"Calldrops" on the album

[Verse 3: Tyler the
Ayo, I'm the channel that you watch, I'm the in the Glock
nigga, full suit with the sandals and the socks, stop
And based on my boy
You would think I hate glass homes way I'm handling the
Who cast the first stone? Bitch it's me, fuck you
grunge nigga, I ain't got a flannel as the top
And I'm picking up guitar, strum
Bum wish they could make a garden shed
But they sleeping on me man like their arm is
I'm a wild nigga boy and you farmer bred,
You animal, you are, corn, hahah, yeah!

[Outro: Tyler the
K shiz, up nigga!