Luyện nghe bài hát Sandwitches

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

Who the invited Mr. I Don't Give a Fuck
Who cries about his daddy and a blog because his 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 John
Come on kids, that 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 privileged fucks got to that we ain't taking no shit
Like Ellen Degeneres clitoris is playing dick
I'm as shit, 'cause 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, 'bout it, I'm Master P in ninety six
It's fucking immaculate, the way your smacking dicks
she hasn't taked the nasty dick inside her alley you
The Golf Wang hooligans, is fucking up the again
And showing you and that breaking rules is fucking cool again
I'm going harder a midget jumping over me
Chronic youth, I'm shoving blunt wraps in bitches
Punches to the stomach that bastard kid supposed to be
Fuck a mask, I that ho to know it's me, ugh

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

My love is gone for you mommy, you could ride in
I'm sick in the brain bitch, can you nurse this?
You told me life would never, ever, ever get perfect
Then you smoke a J of weed, and take his to the churches
Uh, church, they singing and the shit ain't even worth it
In the choir, whores and liars, 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, 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 fucking funny now
I'll push this fucking pregnant into a hydrant stuck in the ground
I step through the stomach, replace the with some fucking pounds
"My baby daddy bricks, the nigga also shoot rounds"
Cause if I shoot blanks, oops,
I'm right back in it dead yummy and her stank

Free Earl, that's the fucking
And if you disagree, a couple 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 really fucking with,

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