Luyện nghe bài hát Sasquatch

After filling my reputation of whore
Soared to Taco Bell and I some gorditas (Mmm, that's good!)
four more, ordered 'em, didn't eat 'em
Then head to Thebe's house for some
Fantastic, I on this beat B
Cause we running shit like the Dingleberry's on four
Flow colder than Joe's or Domino's (Fuck it, whatever, um)
Trashwang inside the knucks
Got some One Direction tickets, I should hit up
Drive by with puppy plastered on the truck
Then see how many of they fans could fit the trunk
Move over the microwave and the
Try to take the van and the whole band to
the block news and the venues, they can't handle us
They can't stand us including fruits that channeling
The Ku Klan see me and my managers
But thank me when they ask where the Five is (fuck)
Man, I now, I ain't still dope (nope)
But Chris and Rihanna's fuckin' again so still hope
Oh fuck, I went there, balling bitch, I'm Ben's
Y'all barely breaking Taco's self-esteem in a thin chair
Old Navy bitches love this gap, this grin's rare
Watch a nigga like five-year-old child
I'm it with Nak and the nigga from Green Mile, it's
Red Bull in this cup so a may seem wild but
just all the sherm I was burning a little while ago
Don't let me get hold of that
Shout my nigga Elsseser and Sean Pablo
by them niggas that skate with a sick style
And some freckled bitches giant peaches that's vile
never did catch that rhino

Squadron full of some souls
of all, it's autumn and Nak just nollied a pothole
Non-cooperative his momma's wishes for college
And coppers a problem since paying for Damianos
So shimmy through the swamp, nigga, me through the foxholes
Moral Orenthal with a pretty in a Bronco
Hopped right off the seven and stumbled into some
Threw a punch, got jumped, off and then walked home
Shit, like 6 p.m. and his temple throbbing
Hand in the cabinet by seven, the prescription oxies
in the boxes, all my niggas hostile
Cautious of crosses, scoffing at your doctrines
augmented stupid as the group is
Only slightly, precise to get a pussy nigga two chins
Man these stitches shut the loose lips, stumbled in a Chris
Slid into a booth and hid the from his shroom trips
See, Lionel with Leonardo on the weekend now
And Maui on a route, we on the second season now
Small fry got 'em salty, weeded, coughing
Ease up off me, end is breathing easy as bulimics
From a different breed of doggy, from a different seed and
And teeing off, believe it's Golf Wang,