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
Niggas give me the shoulder, I can speak for myself
So I keep a waist and alligator the belt
And got a with the holster, I ain't playing games
But got lil' niggas who would do it so I pass the controller
You get pressed and X out, tri-angle your
Pause life if you squares try to mess with my O's, whoa
So cut the crap shit barbers
Cause we really with the beef like closeted gay
Nigga we get dollars, 'em to Ben Baller
Exchange for them chains that's all shiny with water
I got pains, neck heavy like whipped cream
My clean, and they all white, I whip cream
And cop and I joy stick, I whip cream 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 with the big
Married to the money, my bitch
No I don't sip lean, but ride around in rockets Yao Ming
Y'all niggas
They I was goofy and all mouses
Double C my luggage and fill them with Comme
Y'all cop kush, my I cop houses
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
Fuck clothes, I cop
Couple with me and them hoes is like divas
Got my Vans on but they look sneakers
Flipped a packs, BasedGod in the speakers
all in the speakers
In the field like baseball, ball, face wall when polices come
I don't rock Chanel, I rock
And no this a purse, it's a satchel (At you)
Bless, at you, nah I sneeze
But if niggas want or smoke, bet I match you
Got a bullet your name on the barrel
If hollows don't clip, you get nip it's cat food
That dude, when I die, they gotta make a
Bad attitude, this ain't a purse, it's a
Go to any nigga money up in my bracket
Then I think the state of rapping
All the in the classes
All the super mumblin' and ramblin'
and rappin', mumble rapping?
I find it hard to actual talent
I find it hard to find an actual
I'm Shabazz Palace's last acid hit, elaborate
Rap lab's labyrinth, word to Kodak's Lazarus
"Calldrops" on the album

[Verse 3: Tyler the
Ayo, I'm the channel 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 way I'm handling the rocks
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 up guitar, strum nigga
Bum wish they could make a garden 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!