Luyện nghe bài hát Sandwiches

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

1: Tyler]
Who the fuck Mr. I Don't Give a Fuck
Who cries about his daddy in a blog because his music (I did!)
Well, you up, and truthfully I had enough
And Rolling Papers, I'm a rebel, bitch, I'm ashin' blunts (Sorry)
of shit, like I ate that John
Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that
Let's buy guns and those kids with dads and mom
With nice homes, 401k's, and nice ass
Those privileged fucks gotta that we ain't takin' no shit
Ellen Degeneres clitoris is playin' with dick
I'm jealous as shit, cause I got no home meal 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 of a leprechaun with leprosy
I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, like I'm Master P in '96
fuckin' immaculate, they way your daughter smackin' dicks
Surprised she taked the nasty 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' harder than a midget jumpin' me
youth, I'm shovin' blunt wraps in bitches 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, Gang
the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
It's the Gang, it's the Wolf Gang
the Wolf Gang, Golf Wang
It's the Wolf Gang, Wolf
Wolf Gang, six crew
It's the Wolf Gang, Golf
Wolf kill them

[Verse 2:
My love is gone for you mommy, you could ride in
I'm sick in the dumb bitch, can you nurse this?
You told me life would never, ever, ever get this
Then you a J of weed, and take his kids to the churches
Uh, fuck church, they singin' and the shit even worth it
In the choir, whores and liars, scumbags and the dirt,
You me God was the answer
When I ask him for shit, I get no answer, so God is the
I'm stuck in triangles, for my angel
Kill me a chainsaw, and let my balls dangle
Triple six is my number, you can get it off my

[Verse 3:
It was hilarious, well it ain't funny now
I'll this fuckin' pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground
I step through the stomach, replace the baby with fuckin' pounds
"My baby daddy shoot bricks, the also shoot rounds"
if I shoot blanks, oops, thanks
I'm right back in it dead and her mildew stank, uhh

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

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