Luyện nghe bài hát Potato Salad

[Intro: Tyler the
Yo, now you gon' start me the top? Listen
out Harlem, man
Shout out Rocky, man
in the building, man
What's Is that potato salad?
Yo,

[Verse 1: the Creator]
Niggas give me the shoulder, I can speak for myself
So I keep a waist and alligator the belt
And got a belt with the holster, I ain't playing
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 mess with my O's,
So cut the crap like shit
Cause we really with the beef closeted gay fathers
Nigga we get dollars, give 'em to Ben
Exchange for them that's all shiny with 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 more space big jeans, y'all 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 sip lean, but ride around in rockets like Yao Ming
niggas weak
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 em with some Leo DiCap's and some Cole Sprouses, nigga
Where we? Rocky,
GOLF, boy, where we at? in Pari'

2: A$AP Rocky]
Fuck clothes, I cop
Couple thots with me and them is like divas
Got my Vans on but look like sneakers
Flipped a couple packs, in the speakers
Bass all in the
In the field like baseball, play ball, face when polices come
I rock Chanel, I rock channel
And no ain't a purse, it's a satchel (At you)
Bless, at you, nah I sneeze
But if niggas steam or smoke, bet I match you
Got a bullet with your name on the
If hollows don't clip, you get nip it's cat food
That dude, when I die, they gotta a statue
Bad attitude, this ain't a purse, it's a
Go to any nigga money up in my bracket
Then I about the state of rapping
All the in the classes
All the super seniors mumblin' and
and rappin', mumble rapping?
I find it to find actual talent
I find it hard to an actual challenge
I'm like Shabazz Palace's last acid hit,
Rap lab's labyrinth, word to Kodak's Lazarus
"Calldrops" on the album

[Verse 3: the Creator]
Ayo, I'm the channel that you watch, I'm the in the Glock
Weird nigga, full suit with the sandals and the socks,
And on my neck boy
You would think I hate homes way I'm handling the rocks
Who cast the first stone? Bitch it's me, fuck you
Real grunge nigga, I ain't got a as the top
And I'm picking up guitar, strum
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!