Luyện nghe bài hát Sandwiches

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

[Verse 1:
Who the fuck invited Mr. I Give a Fuck
Who cries about his daddy in a blog because his sucks? (I did!)
Well, you fuckin' up, and truthfully I had
And Rolling Papers, I'm a rebel, bitch, I'm ashin' blunts (Sorry)
Full of shit, I ate that John
Come on kids, fuck that and hit that bong
Let's buy guns and kill those kids dads and mom
With homes, 401k's, and nice ass lawns
Those privileged fucks gotta learn that we ain't takin' no
Like Degeneres clitoris is playin' with dick
I'm jealous as shit, cause I ain't got no home 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 color of a leprechaun with
I'm fuckin' 'bout it, it, like I'm Master P in '96
It's fuckin' immaculate, they way daughter smackin' dicks
Surprised she hasn't taked the nasty inside her alley you
The Golf hooligans, is fuckin' up the school again
And showin' you and yours that breakin' is fuckin' cool again
I'm harder than a midget jumpin' over me
Chronic youth, I'm shovin' wraps in bitches ovaries
Punches to the stomach where that bastard kid to be
Fuck a mask, I want that ho to know me, ugh

Wolf Gang, Gang
the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
It's the Wolf Gang, the Wolf Gang
It's the Wolf Gang, Golf
It's the Wolf Gang, Gang
Wolf Gang, six crew
the Wolf Gang, Golf Wang
Wolf kill them

2: Hodgy]
My love is gone for you mommy, you could in hearses
I'm sick in the brain bitch, can you nurse this?
You told me life would never, ever, ever get perfect
Then you smoke a J of weed, and take his kids to the
Uh, church, they 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, lookin' for my
Kill me with a chainsaw, and let my balls
Triple six is my number, you can get it off my

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

Free Earl, that's the shit
And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered
Um, Wolf Gang, that's the fuckin'
Golf Wang kill them all nigga, six
Fuck 2DopeBoyz, all niggas bitches
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 the music before you put it in a box,