Luyện nghe bài hát Potato Salad

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

Niggas give me the cold shoulder, I can for myself
So I a high waist and alligator the belt
And got a belt with the holster, I playing games
But got some lil' niggas who do it so I pass the controller
You get and X out, tri-angle your 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 that's all shiny thick water
I got pains, neck heavy like whipped 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 dreams
I'm alien, got the gun with the big beam
Married to the money, my bitch
No I don't sip lean, but ride around in rockets 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 I cop houses
And fill em with some Leo DiCap's and some Sprouses, nigga
we? Rocky, A$AP
GOLF, boy, where we at? Nigga in

clothes, I cop pieces
Couple thots with me and hoes is like divas
Got my Vans on but look like sneakers
Flipped a couple packs,
God in the
all in the speakers
In the like baseball, play ball, face wall when polices come
I don't rock Chanel, I channel
And no this ain't a purse, 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 on the barrel
If don't clip, you get nip like it's cat food

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

Ayo, I'm the that you watch, I'm the ammo in the Glock
Weird nigga, full suit the sandals and the socks, stop
And based on my boy
You would think I hate glass way I'm handling the rocks
Who the first stone? Bitch it's me, fuck 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 sleeping 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!