Luyện nghe bài hát Sandwitches

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

Who the fuck Mr. I Don't Give a Fuck
Who cries about his daddy and 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 kids with dads and mom
With nice homes, forty one K's, and nice ass
privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit
Like Ellen clitoris is playing with 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 these
Not Dom, but if I was a Dahm, I would be
hat the color of a leprechaun with leprosy
I'm fucking 'bout it, 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 Wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again
And showing you and yours breaking rules is fucking cool again
I'm harder than a midget jumping over me
Chronic youth, I'm shoving wraps in bitches ovaries
to the stomach where that bastard kid supposed to be
Fuck a mask, I want that ho to know me, ugh

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

My love is for you mommy, you could ride in hearses
I'm in the brain dumb bitch, can you nurse this?
You told me life never, ever, ever get this perfect
Then you smoke a J of weed, and his kids to the churches
Uh, fuck church, they singing and the shit even worth it
In the choir, and liars, scumbags and the dirt, bitch
You me God was the answer
When I ask him for shit, I get no answer, so God is the
I'm in triangles, looking for my angel
Kill me with a chainsaw, and let my dangle
six is my number, you can get it off my Tumblr

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

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

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