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 Is that potato salad?
Yo,

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

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

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

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

That dude, I die, they gotta make a statue
Bad attitude, this ain't a purse, a satchel
Go to any nigga with up in my bracket
Then I think the state of rapping
All the freshmens in the
All the super mumblin' and ramblin'
Mumblin and rappin', mumble
I find it to find actual talent
I find it hard to find an challenge
I'm like Palace's last acid hit, elaborate
Rap lab's labyrinth, word to Kodak'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 and the socks, stop
And based on my boy
You would I hate glass homes way I'm handling the rocks
Who cast the first stone? Bitch it's me, you thought?
Real grunge nigga, I ain't got a as the top
And I'm up guitar, strum nigga
Bum niggas wish they make a garden shed
But they on me man like their arm is dead
I'm a wild boy and you farmer bred, born
You animal, you are, corn, hahah, yeah!

K shiz, up nigga!