Luyện nghe bài hát Sasquatch

After filling my of whore beaters
Soared to Taco and I ordered some gorditas (Mmm, that's good!)
Wanted more, ordered 'em, didn't eat 'em
Then head to Thebe's house for some
Fantastic, I backflip on 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 puppy signs plastered on the truck
Then see how many of fans could fit inside the trunk
Move the microwave and the cannabis
Try to the van and the whole band to Canada
Fuck the block news and the venues, they can't us
They can't stand us including fruits that channeling
The Ku Klan see me and my managers
But me when they ask where the Five Panels is (fuck)
Man, I suck now, I ain't still (nope)
But Chris and Rihanna's again so there's still hope
Oh fuck, I went there, balling bitch, I'm hair
Y'all barely breaking like self-esteem in a thin chair
Old bitches love this gap, yeah this grin's rare
a nigga smile like five-year-old child
I'm kicking it with Nak and the nigga from Mile, it's
Red Bull in this cup so a may seem wild but
That's just all the sherm I was burning a while ago
Don't let me get hold of rifle
Shout my Sage Elsseser and Sean Pablo
Surrounded by niggas that skate with a sick style
And some freckled bitches giant peaches that's vile
They never did that rhino

full of some lost souls
Sergeant of all, it's autumn and Nak nollied a pothole
Non-cooperative with his momma's for college
And labeled a problem since paying for Damianos
So through the swamp, nigga, follow me through the foxholes
Moral Orenthal with a pretty bitch in a
right off the seven and stumbled into some Vatos
Threw a punch, got jumped, off and then walked home
Shit, like 6 p.m. and his temple throbbing
in the cabinet by seven, sniff the prescription oxies
Logo in the boxes, all my niggas
of your crosses, scoffing at your doctrines
Bitches augmented as the group is
Only slightly, write to get a pussy nigga two chins
Man these stitches the loose lips, stumbled in a Ruth's Chris
Slid into a and hid the luggage from his shroom trips
See, ball with Leonardo on the weekend now
And on a scenic route, we on the second season now
Small fry got 'em salty, weeded, coughing
Ease up off me, end is easy as bulimics barfing
From a different breed of doggy, from a different seed and
And teeing off, it's Golf Wang, nigga