Luyện nghe bài hát Potato Salad

[Intro: the Creator]
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,

1: Tyler the Creator]
Niggas give me the cold shoulder, I can speak for
So I keep a high and alligator the belt
And got a belt with the holster, I ain't playing
But got some lil' niggas who would do it so I the controller
You get pressed and X out, tri-angle nose
your life if you squares try to mess with my O's, whoa
So cut the like shit barbers
Cause we really with the like closeted gay fathers
Nigga we get dollars, give 'em to Ben
Exchange for them chains that's all shiny thick water
I got back pains, neck 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 space than big jeans, y'all sleeping on me
Explain why they got shit
I'm alien, got the laser gun with the big
Married to the money, my green
No I don't sip lean, but ride around in rockets like Yao
niggas weak
They thought I was goofy and all
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,
we? Rocky, A$AP
GOLF, boy, where we at? in Pari'

[Verse 2: A$AP
clothes, I cop pieces
Couple thots with me and 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 baseball, play ball, face wall when polices come
I don't rock Chanel, I channel
And no this ain't a purse, it's a (At you)
Bless, at you, nah I sneeze
But if niggas want or smoke, bet I match you
Got a with your name on the barrel
If don't clip, you get nip like it's cat food
dude, when I die, they gotta make a statue
Bad attitude, this a purse, it's a satchel
Go to any with money up in my bracket
Then I think about the of rapping
All the in the classes
All the seniors mumblin' and ramblin'
and rappin', mumble rapping?
I find it hard to find talent
I find it to find an actual challenge
I'm like Shabazz Palace's last hit, elaborate
Rap labyrinth, word to Kodak's Black's Lazarus
"Calldrops" on the skits

3: Tyler the Creator]
Ayo, I'm the channel that you watch, I'm the ammo in the
nigga, full suit with the sandals and the socks, stop
And based on my boy
You would think I hate homes way I'm handling the rocks
Who cast the first stone? Bitch me, fuck you thought?
grunge nigga, I ain't got a flannel as the top
And I'm picking up guitar, nigga
Bum niggas they could make a garden shed
But they sleeping on me man like 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!