Luyện nghe bài hát Sandwiches

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

1: Tyler]
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 up, and truthfully I had enough
And fuck Rolling Papers, I'm a rebel, bitch, I'm blunts (Sorry)
Full of shit, like I ate John
Come on kids, fuck class 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 that we ain't takin' no shit
Like Ellen clitoris is playin' 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 these
Not Dom, but if I was a Dahm, I be Jeffery
'Preme hat the color of a leprechaun with
I'm fuckin' 'bout it, 'bout it, like I'm P in '96
It's fuckin' immaculate, they way your daughter smackin'
Surprised she hasn't the nasty dick inside her alley you
The Golf Wang hooligans, is fuckin' up the again
And showin' you and that breakin' rules is fuckin' cool again
I'm goin' harder than a midget jumpin' me
Chronic youth, I'm shovin' blunt wraps in ovaries
Punches to the stomach where bastard kid supposed to be
Fuck a mask, I want that ho to know me, ugh

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

2: Hodgy]
My love is gone for you mommy, you ride in hearses
I'm in the brain dumb bitch, can you nurse this?
You me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect
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, whores and liars, 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 with a chainsaw, and let my balls
six is my number, you can get it off my Tumblr

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

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

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