Luyện nghe bài hát Sandwitches

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

Who the fuck invited Mr. I Give a Fuck
Who cries about his daddy and a blog because his sucks? (I did!)
Well, you fucking up, and truthfully I had
And fuck rolling papers, I'm a rebel, bitch, I'm blunts (Sorry)
of shit, like I ate that John
Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that
Let's buy guns and those kids with dads and mom
With homes, forty one K's, and nice ass lawns
Those privileged fucks got to learn that we taking no shit
Like Ellen Degeneres clitoris is playing with
I'm jealous as shit, 'cause I ain't got no home to come to
So, if you do, I'm fingers out screaming "fuck you"
I got ten of Kennedy's
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 immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks
Surprised she hasn't taked the dick inside her alley you
The Golf Wang hooligans, is fucking up the again
And you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again
I'm going harder than a jumping over me
Chronic youth, I'm shoving blunt wraps in 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, Wolf
It's the Wolf Gang, it's the Gang
It's the Gang, Golf Wang
It's the Wolf Gang, Gang
Gang, triple six crew
It's the Gang, Golf Wang
Wolf Gang them

My love is gone for you mommy, you could in hearses
I'm sick in the brain dumb bitch, can you this?
You told me life never, ever, ever get this perfect
you smoke a J of weed, and take his kids to the churches
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
I ask him for shit, I get no answer, so God is the cancer
I'm stuck in triangles, for my angel
Kill me a chainsaw, and let my balls dangle
Triple six is my number, you can get it off my

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

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

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