Luyện nghe bài hát Potato Salad

[Intro: the Creator]
Yo, now you start me from the top? Listen
out Harlem, man
Shout out Rocky, man
in the building, man
What's good? Is potato salad?
Yo,

[Verse 1: the Creator]
Niggas me the cold shoulder, I can speak for myself
So I keep a high waist and alligator the
And got a with the holster, I ain't playing games
But got some lil' who would do it so I pass the controller
You get pressed and X out, your nose
Pause your life if you squares try to mess with my O's,
So cut the crap like barbers
we really with the beef like closeted gay fathers
Nigga we get dollars, 'em to Ben Baller
Exchange for them chains that's all with thick water
I got back pains, neck heavy like whipped
My whip clean, and they all white, I whip
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 shit
I'm alien, got the laser gun the big beam
Married to the money, my green
No I don't sip lean, but ride around in like Yao Ming
Y'all weak
They thought I was and all mouses
Double C my and fill them with Comme blouses
cop kush, my nigga I cop houses
And fill em with Leo DiCap's and some Cole Sprouses, nigga
Where we? Rocky,
GOLF, boy, where we at? Nigga in

[Verse 2: Rocky]
clothes, I cop pieces
Couple with me and them hoes is like divas
Got my on but they look like sneakers
a couple packs, BasedGod in the speakers
Bass all in the
In the field baseball, play ball, face wall when polices come
I rock Chanel, I rock 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 bullet with your on the barrel
If hollows don't clip, you get nip like cat food
That dude, when I die, gotta make a statue
Bad attitude, this ain't a purse, a satchel
Go to any nigga with up in my bracket
Then I think the state of rapping
All the in the classes
All the super seniors and ramblin'
Mumblin and rappin', mumble
I find it hard to find actual
I find it to find an actual challenge
I'm Shabazz Palace's last acid hit, elaborate
Rap lab's labyrinth, to Kodak's 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 on my neck boy
You would think I hate glass way I'm handling the rocks
Who cast the first Bitch it's me, fuck you thought?
Real grunge nigga, I 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 like arm is dead
I'm a wild nigga boy and you bred, born
You animal, you are, corn, hahah, yeah!

[Outro: Tyler the
K shiz, up nigga!