Luyện nghe bài hát Potato Salad

Ayy, you gon' start me from the top?
out Harlem, man
Shout out Rocky, man
in the building, man
What's good? Is that potato
Yo,

Niggas me the cold shoulder, I can speak for myself
So I keep a high waist and alligator the
And got a belt with the holster, I ain't playing
But got some lil' niggas who would do it so I the controller
You get pressed and X out, tri-angle nose
Pause your life if you squares try to with my O's, whoa
So cut the crap like barbers
Cause we really with the beef like closeted gay

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 whip
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 shit
I'm alien, got the gun with the big beam
Married to the money, my green
No I sip lean, but ride around in rockets like Yao Ming
Y'all weak
They thought I was goofy and all
Double C my luggage and fill them with Comme
Y'all cop kush, my nigga I cop
And fill em with some Leo DiCap's and Cole Sprouses, nigga
we? Rocky, A$AP
GOLF, boy, we at? Nigga in Pari'

Fuck clothes, I cop
thots with me and them hoes is like divas
Got my Vans on but look like sneakers
Flipped a packs, Based
God in the
Bass all in the
In the field like baseball, play ball, wall when polices come
I don't rock Chanel, I channel
And no ain't a purse, it's a satchel (At you)
Bless, at you, nah I ain't
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 like cat food

dude, when I die, they gotta make a statue
Bad attitude, ain't a purse, it's a satchel
Go to any with money up in my bracket
Then I think about the state of
All the freshmens in the
All the seniors mumblin' and ramblin'
Mumblin and rappin', rapping?
I find it hard to find actual
I find it hard to find an actual
I'm like Palace's last acid hit, elaborate
Rap labyrinth, word to Kodak's Black's Lazarus
"Calldrops" on the album

Ayo, I'm the that you watch, I'm the ammo in the Glock
Weird nigga, full suit with the sandals and the socks,
And on my neck boy
You think I hate glass homes way I'm handling the rocks
Who cast the stone? Bitch it's me, fuck you thought?
grunge nigga, I ain't got a flannel as the top
And I'm up guitar, strum nigga
Bum niggas they could make a garden shed
But they on me man like their arm is dead
I'm a wild nigga boy and you bred, born
You animal, you are, corn, hahah, yeah!

K shiz, up nigga!