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 make good
Fuck nigga, Wolf Gang

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

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

2: Hodgy]
My love is gone for you mommy, you ride in hearses
I'm sick in the brain dumb bitch, can you this?
You told me would never, ever, ever get this perfect
Then you smoke a J of weed, and take his kids to the
Uh, fuck church, singin' and the shit ain't even worth it
In the choir, whores and liars, and the dirt, bitch
You me God was the answer
I ask him for shit, I get no answer, so God is the cancer
I'm stuck in triangles, 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, it ain't fuckin' funny now
I'll push this fuckin' pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the
I through the stomach, replace the baby with some fuckin' pounds
"My baby daddy shoot bricks, the nigga shoot rounds"
Cause if I shoot blanks, oops,
I'm back in it dead yummy and her mildew stank, uhh

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

[Outro:
And we don't make horrorcore, you fuckin' idiots
Listen deeper the music before you put it in a box,