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 good? Is potato salad?
Yo,

[Verse 1: Tyler the
Niggas give me the cold shoulder, I can for myself
So I a high waist and alligator the belt
And got a belt with the holster, I playing games
But got some niggas who would do it so I pass the controller
You get and X out, tri-angle your nose
Pause life if you squares try to mess with my O's, whoa
So cut the crap like barbers
Cause we really with the like closeted gay fathers
we get dollars, give 'em to Ben Baller
Exchange for them chains that's all with thick water
I got back pains, neck heavy whipped cream
My whip clean, and they all white, I whip
And cop boys and I joy stick, I cream and cop cribs
I got more space than big jeans, sleeping on me
why they got shit 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 in rockets like Yao Ming
Y'all weak
They thought I was goofy and all
Double C my luggage and fill them with 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? in Pari'

[Verse 2: Rocky]
Fuck clothes, I cop
thots with me and them hoes is like divas
Got my Vans on but they look sneakers
Flipped a couple packs, BasedGod in the
all in the speakers
In the like 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 ain't
But if niggas want steam or smoke, bet I 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, they make a statue
Bad attitude, ain't a purse, it's a satchel
Go to any nigga with money up in my
Then I think about the state of
All the in the classes
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 last acid hit,
Rap lab's labyrinth, word to Black's Lazarus
"Calldrops" on the skits

[Verse 3: the Creator]
Ayo, I'm the channel that you watch, I'm the ammo in the
Weird nigga, suit with 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? Bitch it's me, fuck you
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 their arm is dead
I'm a nigga boy and you farmer bred, born
You animal, you are, corn, hahah, yeah!

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