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 Is that potato salad?
Yo,

[Verse 1: the Creator]
Niggas give me the cold shoulder, I can for myself
So I keep a high 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 pressed and X out, tri-angle nose
Pause your life if you try to mess with my O's, whoa
So cut the crap shit barbers
Cause we with the beef like closeted gay fathers
Nigga we get dollars, 'em to Ben Baller
Exchange for them chains that's all shiny with thick
I got pains, neck heavy like whipped cream
My whip clean, and they all white, I cream
And cop and I joy stick, I whip cream and cop cribs
I got space than big jeans, y'all sleeping on me
Explain why they got dreams
I'm alien, got the laser gun the big beam
Married to the money, my bitch
No I don't sip lean, but around in rockets like Yao Ming
Y'all weak
They thought I was and all mouses
Double C my and fill them with Comme blouses
Y'all cop kush, my nigga I cop
And fill em with some Leo DiCap's and some Sprouses, nigga
Where we? Rocky,
GOLF, boy, where we at? Nigga in

[Verse 2: Rocky]
clothes, I cop pieces
Couple thots with me and 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 don't 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 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 a purse, it's a satchel
Go to any nigga with money up in my
Then I about the state of rapping
All the in the classes
All the super mumblin' and ramblin'
and rappin', mumble rapping?
I find it hard to find actual
I it hard to find an actual challenge
I'm like Shabazz Palace's last hit, elaborate
Rap lab's labyrinth, word to Black's Lazarus
"Calldrops" on the album

[Verse 3: the Creator]
Ayo, I'm the channel that you watch, I'm the ammo in the
Weird nigga, full suit with the sandals and the socks,
And on my neck boy
You would think I hate glass homes way I'm the rocks
Who cast the first stone? Bitch it's me, you thought?
Real nigga, I ain't got a flannel as the top
And I'm up guitar, strum nigga
Bum niggas wish they could make a shed
But they sleeping on me man like their arm is
I'm a wild boy and you farmer bred, born
You animal, you are, corn, hahah, yeah!

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