Luyện nghe bài hát Potato Salad

[Intro: Tyler the
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,

1: Tyler the Creator]
Niggas give me the cold shoulder, I can for myself
So I keep a waist and alligator the belt
And got a belt with the holster, I ain't games
But got some niggas who would do it so I pass the controller
You get pressed and X out, tri-angle your
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 like gay fathers
we get dollars, give 'em to Ben Baller
Exchange for them chains that's all shiny thick water
I got back pains, neck heavy like whipped
My clean, and they all white, I whip cream
And cop boys and I joy stick, I whip cream and cop
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
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
C my luggage and fill them with Comme blouses
Y'all cop kush, my nigga I cop
And fill em with some Leo DiCap's and Cole Sprouses, nigga
we? Rocky, A$AP
GOLF, boy, we at? Nigga in Pari'

2: A$AP Rocky]
Fuck clothes, I cop
Couple thots with me and hoes is like divas
Got my Vans on but look like sneakers
Flipped a packs, BasedGod in the speakers
all in the speakers
In the field like baseball, play ball, face wall when polices
I don't rock Chanel, I rock
And no ain't a purse, it's a satchel (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 don't clip, you get nip like it's cat
That dude, when I die, gotta make a statue
Bad attitude, ain't a purse, it's a satchel
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'
and rappin', mumble rapping?
I find it hard to find actual
I find it hard to an actual challenge
I'm like Shabazz Palace's acid hit, elaborate
Rap labyrinth, word to Kodak's Black's Lazarus
"Calldrops" on the skits

[Verse 3: Tyler the
Ayo, I'm the that you watch, I'm the ammo in the Glock
Weird nigga, 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 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 they could make a garden shed
But sleeping on me man like their arm is dead
I'm a wild boy and you farmer bred, born
You animal, you are, corn, hahah, yeah!

[Outro: the Creator]
K shiz, up nigga!