Luyện nghe bài hát Sandwiches

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

[Verse 1:
Who the fuck Mr. I Don't Give a Fuck
Who cries 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, I ate that John
Come on kids, that class and hit that bong
Let's buy and kill those kids with dads and mom
With homes, 401k's, and nice ass lawns
Those fucks gotta learn that we ain't takin' no shit
Like Ellen Degeneres clitoris is playin' dick
I'm jealous as shit, I ain't got no home meal to come to
So, if you do I'm throwin' fingers out "fuck you"
I got ten of Kennedy's
Not Dom, but if I was a Dahm, I be Jeffery
'Preme hat the color of a leprechaun leprosy
I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, like I'm Master P in '96
fuckin' immaculate, they way your daughter smackin' dicks
Surprised she taked the nasty dick inside her alley you
The Golf Wang hooligans, is up the school again
And showin' you and 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 stomach where that bastard kid to be
Fuck a mask, I that ho to know it's me, ugh

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

[Verse 2:
My love is gone for you mommy, you could in hearses
I'm sick in the brain 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, 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
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
Triple six is my number, you can get it off my

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

Free Earl, that's the 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

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