Luyện nghe bài hát Potato Salad

Ayy, 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,

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

Nigga we get dollars, 'em to Ben Baller
for them chains that's all shiny with thick water
I got back pains, neck heavy like cream
My clean, and they all white, I whip cream
And cop and I joy stick, I whip cream and cop cribs
I got more than big jeans, y'all sleeping on me

Explain why they got shit
I'm alien, got the laser gun the big beam
to the money, my bitch green
No I don't sip lean, but ride around in like Yao Ming
Y'all weak
They thought I was goofy and all
Double C my luggage and them with Comme blouses
Y'all cop kush, my I cop houses
And fill em with some Leo DiCap's and some Sprouses, nigga
Where we? Rocky,
GOLF, boy, where we at? Nigga in

Fuck clothes, I cop
Couple thots with me and them is like divas
Got my Vans on but they like sneakers
Flipped a couple packs,
God in the
Bass all in the
In the field like baseball, play ball, 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 or smoke, bet I match you
Got a with your name on the barrel
If hollows don't clip, you get nip like it's cat

That dude, I die, they gotta make a statue
Bad attitude, this a purse, it's a satchel
Go to any nigga with up in my bracket
Then I think about the of rapping
All the in the classes
All the super seniors mumblin' and
and rappin', mumble rapping?
I it hard to find actual talent
I it hard to find an actual challenge
I'm like Shabazz Palace's last acid hit,
Rap labyrinth, word to Kodak's Black's Lazarus
"Calldrops" on the album

Ayo, I'm the channel that you watch, I'm the in the Glock
Weird nigga, suit with the sandals and the socks, stop
And based on my boy
You would think I hate glass homes way I'm handling the
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 wish 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!