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 Is that potato salad?
Yo,

[Verse 1: the Creator]
Niggas give me the cold shoulder, I can speak for
So I a high waist and alligator the belt
And got a with the holster, I ain't playing games
But got some niggas who would do it so I pass the controller
You get and X out, tri-angle your nose
your life if you squares try to mess with my O's, whoa
So cut the crap like shit
Cause we really with the like closeted gay fathers
Nigga we get dollars, 'em to Ben Baller
Exchange for them chains all shiny with thick water
I got back pains, neck heavy like cream
My whip clean, and they all white, I cream
And cop boys and I joy stick, I cream and cop cribs
I got more than big jeans, y'all sleeping on me
Explain why 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 around in rockets like Yao Ming
Y'all weak
They thought I was and all mouses
Double C my luggage and fill them Comme blouses
cop kush, my nigga I cop houses
And fill em with some Leo DiCap's and Cole Sprouses, nigga
we? Rocky, A$AP
GOLF, boy, where we at? in Pari'

2: A$AP Rocky]
Fuck clothes, I cop
Couple thots me and them hoes is like divas
Got my Vans on but they like sneakers
a couple packs, BasedGod in the speakers
Bass all in the
In the field like baseball, ball, face wall when polices come
I don't Chanel, I rock channel
And no this ain't a purse, a satchel (At you)
Bless, at you, nah I sneeze
But if want steam 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
dude, when I die, they gotta make a statue
Bad attitude, this ain't a purse, it's a
Go to any nigga with money up in my
Then I think about the state of
All the freshmens in the
All the super mumblin' and ramblin'
and rappin', mumble rapping?
I find it hard to actual talent
I it hard to find an actual challenge
I'm Shabazz Palace's last acid hit, elaborate
Rap lab's labyrinth, word to Kodak's Black's
"Calldrops" on the skits

[Verse 3: Tyler the
Ayo, I'm the that 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 glass homes way I'm handling the rocks
Who cast the first stone? Bitch it's me, you thought?
Real grunge nigga, I got a flannel as the top
And I'm up guitar, strum nigga
Bum niggas wish they make a garden shed
But they sleeping on me man like their arm is
I'm a nigga boy and you farmer bred, born
You animal, you are, corn, hahah, yeah!

[Outro: Tyler the
K shiz, up nigga!