Luyện nghe bài hát Sandwiches

[Intro:
Nigga had the fuckin' nerve to call me
Fuck you think I made Odd for?
To wearin' fuckin' suits and good decisions?
Fuck nigga, Wolf Gang

[Verse 1:
Who the fuck invited Mr. I Don't a Fuck
Who about his daddy in a blog because his music sucks? (I did!)
Well, you fuckin' up, and truthfully I had
And fuck Rolling Papers, I'm a rebel, bitch, I'm ashin' (Sorry)
Full of shit, like I ate that
Come on kids, fuck that and hit that bong
Let's buy and kill those kids with dads and mom
With nice homes, 401k's, and nice ass
Those privileged fucks gotta learn that we takin' no shit
Like Ellen Degeneres is playin' with dick
I'm jealous as shit, I ain't got no home meal to come to
So, if you do I'm throwin' out screamin' "fuck you"
I got ten of Kennedy's
Not Dom, but if I was a Dahm, I be Jeffery
'Preme hat the of a leprechaun with leprosy
I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, like I'm Master P in '96
It's fuckin' immaculate, they way your daughter smackin'
Surprised she hasn't the nasty dick inside her alley you
The Golf Wang hooligans, is fuckin' up the again
And you and yours that breakin' rules is fuckin' cool again
I'm harder than a midget jumpin' over me
Chronic youth, I'm shovin' blunt wraps in ovaries
Punches to the stomach where bastard kid supposed to be
Fuck a mask, I want that ho to it's me, ugh

Wolf Gang, Wolf
It's the Gang, Wolf Gang
It's the Wolf Gang, the Wolf Gang
It's the Gang, Golf Wang
It's the Gang, Wolf Gang
Wolf Gang, triple six
It's the Gang, Golf Wang
Wolf Gang them

2: Hodgy]
My love is gone for you mommy, you could in hearses
I'm in the brain dumb bitch, can you nurse this?
You told me life never, ever, ever get this perfect
Then you a J of weed, and take his kids to the churches
Uh, fuck church, they and the shit ain't even worth it
In the choir, whores and liars, scumbags and the dirt,
You told me God was the
I ask him for shit, I get no answer, so God is the cancer
I'm in triangles, lookin' for my angel
Kill me with a chainsaw, and let my dangle
Triple six is my number, you can get it off my

[Verse 3:
It was hilarious, well it fuckin' funny now
I'll push this fuckin' pregnant clown a hydrant stuck in the ground
I step through the stomach, replace the baby with fuckin' pounds
"My baby daddy shoot bricks, the nigga shoot rounds"
Cause if I blanks, oops, thanks
I'm right back in it yummy and her mildew stank, uhh

Free Earl, that's the shit
And if you disagree, suck a couple dicks
Um, Wolf Gang, the fuckin' clique
Wang kill them all nigga, triple six
Fuck 2DopeBoyz, all them niggas
We don't need y'all, The who we really fuckin' with, bitch

Tyler]
And we don't make horrorcore, you fuckin' idiots
Listen deeper than the music you put it in a box,