Luyện nghe bài hát Sandwitches

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

Who the fuck invited Mr. I Give a Fuck
Who cries about his daddy and a because his music sucks? (I did!)
Well, you fucking up, and truthfully I had
And fuck rolling papers, I'm a rebel, bitch, I'm blunts (Sorry)
Full of shit, like I ate John
Come on kids, fuck that and hit that bong
Let's buy guns and those kids with dads and mom
With nice homes, forty one K's, and nice ass
Those privileged fucks got to that we ain't taking no shit
Like Ellen Degeneres is playing with dick
I'm jealous as shit, 'cause I ain't got no home meal to 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 would be
'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 your smacking dicks
Surprised she hasn't taked the nasty inside her alley you
The Golf Wang hooligans, is up the school again
And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking again
I'm going harder than a 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 ho to know it's me, ugh

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

My love is gone for you mommy, you could 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 take his kids to the
Uh, church, they singing and the shit ain't 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 stuck in triangles, for my angel
Kill me with a chainsaw, and let my balls
six is my number, you can get it off my Tumblr

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

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

And we don't fucking horror-core, you fucking idiots
Listen than the music before you put it in a box