Luyện nghe bài hát Sandwitches

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

Who the fuck invited Mr. I Give a Fuck
Who cries about his and a blog because his music sucks? (I did!)
Well, you fucking up, and I had enough
And fuck rolling papers, I'm a rebel, bitch, I'm blunts (Sorry)
Full of shit, like I ate that
Come on kids, fuck class and hit that bong
buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom
With nice homes, forty one K's, and ass lawns
Those fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit
Like Ellen Degeneres is playing with dick
I'm jealous as shit, I ain't 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 would be
'preme hat the color of a leprechaun leprosy
I'm fucking 'bout it, it, like I'm Master P in ninety six
It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter dicks
Surprised she hasn't the nasty dick inside her alley you
The Golf Wang hooligans, is fucking up the again
And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool
I'm going harder than a midget jumping 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
the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
It's the Wolf Gang, it's the Wolf
It's the Wolf Gang, Golf
the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
Wolf Gang, triple six
It's the Gang, Golf Wang
Gang kill them

My love is gone for you mommy, you could in hearses
I'm sick in the dumb bitch, can you nurse this?
You me life would never, ever, ever get this 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 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 push 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 nigga shoot rounds"
Cause if I 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 pimple-covered dicks
Um, Gang, that's the fucking clique
Golf kill 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
deeper than the music before you put it in a box