Luyện nghe bài hát Sandwiches

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

[Verse 1:
Who the fuck invited Mr. I Don't a Fuck
Who cries his daddy in a blog because his music 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, like I ate John
Come on kids, that class and hit that bong
Let's buy guns and kill those kids with and mom
With nice homes, 401k's, and nice ass
Those privileged fucks gotta that we ain't takin' no shit
Like Ellen clitoris is playin' with dick
I'm jealous as shit, cause I ain't got no meal to come to
So, if you do I'm throwin' fingers out "fuck you"
I got ten of these
Not Dom, but if I was a Dahm, I be Jeffery
hat the color of a leprechaun with leprosy
I'm fuckin' 'bout it, it, like I'm Master P in '96
It's fuckin' immaculate, way your daughter smackin' dicks
she hasn't taked the nasty dick inside her alley you
The Wang hooligans, is fuckin' up the school 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 in bitches ovaries
Punches to the where that bastard kid supposed to be
Fuck a mask, I want ho to know it's me, ugh

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

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

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

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

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