Luyện nghe bài hát Potato Salad

Ayy, 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,

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 games
But got some lil' who would do it so I pass the controller
You get pressed and X out, tri-angle nose
Pause your life if you squares try to mess my O's, whoa
So cut the crap like barbers
Cause we really with the like closeted gay fathers

Nigga we get dollars, give 'em to Ben
for them chains that's all shiny with thick water
I got pains, neck heavy like whipped 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 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 ride around in rockets like Yao
Y'all weak
They I was goofy and all mouses
Double C my luggage and them with Comme blouses
Y'all cop kush, my I cop houses
And fill em with Leo DiCap's and some Cole Sprouses, nigga
we? Rocky, A$AP
GOLF, boy, where we at? in Pari'

Fuck clothes, I cop
Couple with me and them hoes is like divas
Got my Vans on but they look like
a couple packs, Based
God in the
Bass all in the
In the field like baseball, play ball, face wall when polices
I rock Chanel, I rock channel
And no ain't a purse, it's a satchel (At you)
Bless, at you, nah I ain't
But if niggas want steam or smoke, bet I you
Got a bullet with name on the barrel
If hollows don't clip, you get nip like it's cat

That dude, when I die, they make a statue
Bad attitude, this ain't a purse, it's a
Go to any nigga with up in my bracket
I think about the state of rapping
All the freshmens in the
All the super mumblin' and ramblin'
Mumblin and rappin', rapping?
I find it hard to 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

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 homes way I'm handling the rocks
Who cast the first stone? it's me, fuck you thought?
Real nigga, I ain't got a flannel as the top
And I'm picking up guitar, nigga
Bum niggas wish they could make a shed
But they sleeping on me man like arm is dead
I'm a wild nigga boy and you farmer bred,
You animal, you are, corn, hahah, yeah!

K shiz, up nigga!