Luyện nghe bài hát Potato Salad

[Intro: Tyler the
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: Tyler the
give me the cold shoulder, I can speak for myself
So I keep a high waist and alligator the
And got a belt the holster, I ain't playing games
But got some lil' niggas who would do it so I the controller
You get and X out, tri-angle your nose
Pause your life if you squares try to with my O's, whoa
So cut the crap shit barbers
Cause we really with the beef closeted gay fathers
we get dollars, give 'em to Ben Baller
Exchange for them chains all shiny with thick water
I got back pains, heavy like whipped cream
My whip clean, and all white, I whip cream
And cop boys and I joy stick, I whip cream and cop
I got more than big jeans, y'all sleeping on me
Explain why they got shit
I'm alien, got the laser gun the big beam
Married to the money, my bitch
No I don't sip lean, but ride around in like Yao Ming
Y'all niggas
They thought I was and all mouses
Double C my luggage and them with Comme blouses
Y'all cop kush, my nigga I cop
And fill em with some Leo DiCap's and some Cole Sprouses,
Where we? Rocky,
GOLF, boy, where we at? in Pari'

2: A$AP Rocky]
Fuck clothes, I cop
thots with me and them hoes is like divas
Got my Vans on but they like sneakers
Flipped a couple packs, BasedGod in the
all in the speakers
In the field like baseball, play ball, face when polices come
I don't Chanel, I rock channel
And no this ain't a purse, it's a (At you)
Bless, at you, nah I ain't
But if niggas want or smoke, bet I match you
Got a bullet with your on the barrel
If hollows clip, you get nip like it's cat food
That dude, when I die, they gotta a statue
Bad attitude, this a purse, it's a satchel
Go to any nigga money up in my bracket
I think about the state of rapping
All the in the classes
All the seniors mumblin' and ramblin'
Mumblin and rappin', mumble
I find it 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 album

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

[Outro: Tyler the
K shiz, up nigga!