Luyện nghe bài hát Sasquatch

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

Squadron full of lost souls
of all, it's autumn and Nak just nollied a pothole
Non-cooperative with his wishes for college
And labeled a problem since paying for Damianos
So shimmy the swamp, nigga, follow me through the foxholes
Moral Orenthal a pretty bitch in a Bronco
Hopped right off the seven and into some Vatos
Threw a punch, got jumped, dusted off and then home
Shit, it's like 6 p.m. and his throbbing
Hand in the cabinet by seven, the prescription oxies
Logo in the boxes, all my niggas
Cautious of your crosses, scoffing at your
augmented stupid as the group is
Only slightly, write precise to get a pussy nigga two
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 second now
Small fry got 'em salty, weeded, coughing
Ease up off me, end is breathing easy as bulimics
From a breed of doggy, from a different seed and cloth
And teeing off, believe it's Wang, nigga