Luyện nghe bài hát Sasquatch

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

full of some lost souls
Sergeant of all, it's autumn and Nak just a pothole
Non-cooperative his momma's wishes for college
And coppers a problem since paying for Damianos
So shimmy through the swamp, nigga, follow me the foxholes
Moral Orenthal with a bitch in a Bronco
Hopped off the seven and stumbled into some Vatos
a punch, got jumped, dusted off and then walked home
Shit, it's like 6 p.m. and his throbbing
in the cabinet by seven, sniff the prescription oxies
Logo in the boxes, all my hostile
of your crosses, scoffing at your doctrines
Bitches augmented as the group is
Only slightly, write precise to get a nigga two chins
Man stitches shut the loose lips, stumbled in a Ruth's Chris
Slid into a booth and hid the luggage from his trips
See, Lionel ball with Leonardo on the now
And Maui on a scenic route, we on the season now
Small fry got 'em salty, weeded, coughing
up off me, end is breathing easy as bulimics barfing
From a different of doggy, from a different seed and cloth
And teeing off, believe it's Wang, nigga