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 good? Is that potato
Yo,

[Verse 1: the Creator]
Niggas give me the cold shoulder, I can for myself
So I keep a high waist and 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 nose
Pause your life if you try to mess with my O's, whoa
So cut the like shit barbers
we really with the beef like closeted gay fathers
Nigga we get dollars, '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 cream
And cop boys and I joy stick, I cream and cop cribs
I got more space than big jeans, sleeping on me
Explain why they got dreams
I'm alien, got the gun with the big beam
to the money, my bitch green
No I don't sip lean, but ride around in rockets Yao Ming
Y'all niggas
They thought I was goofy and all
Double C my luggage and fill with Comme blouses
Y'all cop kush, my nigga I cop
And fill em with Leo DiCap's and some Cole Sprouses, nigga
we? Rocky, A$AP
GOLF, boy, we at? Nigga in Pari'

[Verse 2: A$AP
Fuck clothes, I cop
Couple thots with me and them hoes is divas
Got my Vans on but look like sneakers
Flipped a couple packs, in the speakers
all in the speakers
In the like baseball, play ball, face wall when polices come
I don't rock Chanel, I rock
And no this ain't a purse, a satchel (At you)
Bless, at you, nah I sneeze
But if niggas want or smoke, bet I match you
Got a bullet with your name on the
If don't clip, you get nip like it's cat food
That dude, when I die, they gotta make a
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 freshmens in the
All the super seniors and ramblin'
Mumblin and rappin', rapping?
I find it to find actual talent
I find it hard to find an challenge
I'm like Shabazz last acid hit, elaborate
Rap lab's labyrinth, word to Black's Lazarus
"Calldrops" on the album

[Verse 3: the Creator]
Ayo, I'm the channel that you watch, I'm the in the Glock
Weird nigga, suit with the sandals and the socks, stop
And based on my boy
You think I hate glass homes way I'm handling 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 could make a shed
But they sleeping on me man their arm is dead
I'm a wild boy and you farmer bred, born
You animal, you are, corn, hahah, yeah!

Tyler the Creator]
K shiz, up nigga!