Luyện nghe bài hát Sandwiches

[Intro:
Nigga had the fuckin' nerve to me immature
Fuck you I made Odd Future for?
To wearin' suits and make 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 blunts (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 ass lawns
Those privileged fucks gotta learn we ain't 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 fuckin' it, 'bout it, like I'm Master P in '96
It's immaculate, they way your daughter smackin' dicks
Surprised she taked the nasty dick inside her alley you
The Golf hooligans, is fuckin' up the school again
And showin' you and yours that rules is fuckin' cool again
I'm goin' harder than a midget over me
Chronic youth, I'm shovin' blunt in bitches ovaries
Punches to the stomach where that bastard kid to be
Fuck a mask, I want that ho to it's me, ugh

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

[Verse 2:
My love is gone for you mommy, you ride 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 smoke a J of weed, and take his to the churches
Uh, fuck church, singin' and the shit ain't even worth it
In the choir, whores and liars, scumbags and the dirt,
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
me with 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 fuckin' funny now
I'll push this fuckin' pregnant into a hydrant stuck in the ground
I through the stomach, replace the baby with some fuckin' pounds
"My baby daddy shoot bricks, the also shoot rounds"
Cause if I shoot blanks, oops,
I'm back in it dead yummy and her mildew stank, uhh

Free Earl, that's the fuckin'
And if you disagree, suck a pimple-covered dicks
Um, Gang, that's the fuckin' clique
Golf kill them all nigga, triple six
Fuck 2DopeBoyz, all niggas bitches
We need y'all, The Fader's who we really fuckin' with, bitch

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