Luyện nghe bài hát Sandwiches

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

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

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

[Verse 2:
My love is gone for you mommy, you could in hearses
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 and the shit ain't even worth it
In the choir, and liars, scumbags and the dirt, bitch
You told me God was the
When I ask him for shit, I get no answer, so God is the
I'm stuck in triangles, lookin' for my
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 fuckin' funny now
I'll push fuckin' pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground
I step the stomach, replace the baby with some fuckin' pounds
"My baby daddy shoot bricks, the also shoot rounds"
Cause if I blanks, oops, thanks
I'm right back in it dead and her mildew stank, uhh

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

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