Luyện nghe bài hát Sandwitches

Nigga had the fucking to call me immature
Fuck you think I made Odd for?
To wear fucking suits and make decisions?
Fuck that nigga, Wolf

Who the fuck invited Mr. I Don't a Fuck
Who cries about his daddy and a blog his music sucks? (I did!)
Well, you fucking up, and I had enough
And fuck papers, I'm a rebel, bitch, I'm ashing blunts (Sorry)
Full of shit, like I ate that
on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong
Let's buy guns and kill kids with dads and mom
With homes, forty one K's, and nice ass lawns
Those privileged got to learn that we ain't taking no shit
Like Ellen Degeneres clitoris is playing dick
I'm jealous as shit, 'cause I got no home meal to come to
So, if you do, I'm throwing 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 with leprosy
I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, like I'm Master P in ninety six
It's fucking immaculate, the way daughter smacking dicks
she hasn't taked the nasty dick inside her alley you
The Golf Wang hooligans, is up the school again
And showing you and yours breaking rules is fucking cool again
I'm harder than a midget jumping over me
youth, I'm shoving blunt wraps in bitches ovaries
Punches to the stomach where bastard kid supposed to be
Fuck a mask, I want that ho to know me, ugh

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

My is gone for you mommy, you could ride in hearses
I'm sick in the brain dumb bitch, can you nurse
You told me life would never, ever, ever get perfect
Then you smoke a J of weed, and 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
I ask him for shit, I get no answer, so God is the cancer
I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my
Kill me with a chainsaw, and let my dangle
Triple six is my number, you can get it off my

It was hilarious, well it ain't fucking now
push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground
I step through the stomach, the baby with some fucking pounds
"My baby daddy shoot bricks, the also shoot rounds"
if I shoot blanks, oops, thanks
I'm right back in it dead yummy and her mildew

Earl, that's the fucking shit
And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered
Um, Gang, that's the fucking clique
Wang kill them all nigga, triple six
Fuck 2dopeboyz, all them bitches
We need y'all, The Fader's who we really fucking with, bitch

And we fucking make horror-core, you fucking idiots
Listen deeper than the before you put it in a box