Luyện nghe bài hát Sandwiches

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

1: Tyler]
Who the invited Mr. I Don't Give a Fuck
Who cries about his daddy in a because his music sucks? (I did!)
Well, you fuckin' up, and I had enough
And fuck Papers, I'm a rebel, bitch, I'm ashin' blunts (Sorry)
Full of shit, I ate that John
Come on kids, that class and hit that bong
Let's buy and kill those kids with dads and mom
nice homes, 401k's, and nice ass lawns
Those privileged fucks gotta learn that we ain't takin' no
Like Ellen Degeneres clitoris is 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 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
It's fuckin' immaculate, they way your smackin' dicks
Surprised she taked the nasty dick inside her alley you
The Golf Wang hooligans, is fuckin' up the again
And showin' you and yours that breakin' rules is fuckin' again
I'm goin' harder a midget jumpin' over me
Chronic youth, I'm shovin' wraps in bitches ovaries
Punches to the stomach that bastard kid supposed to be
Fuck a mask, I want that ho to know me, ugh

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

[Verse 2:
My is gone for you mommy, you could ride in hearses
I'm sick in the brain dumb bitch, can you nurse
You me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect
Then you smoke a J of weed, and take his kids to the
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, 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 ain't fuckin' now
I'll push this fuckin' pregnant clown a hydrant stuck in the ground
I step the stomach, replace the baby with some fuckin' pounds
"My baby shoot 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, the fuckin' shit
And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered
Um, Wolf Gang, that's the clique
Golf Wang kill them all nigga, six
Fuck 2DopeBoyz, all them niggas
We don't y'all, The Fader's who we really fuckin' with, bitch

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