Luyện nghe bài hát Session

[Verse 1:
I'm Tyler, Mr. Hat, pro-abortion anti-clean rap
Fuck your opinion and your feedback
My self-respect I leave that, in the lost and
Where the black girls get weaves back
I achieve that mini, blasting "You're a jerk"
In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a faggot
Bouncing round the trying to find an easy way to rape Minnie
Bet you thirty dollars you find her Cartman found Kenny, dead
I like my smart, skinny
Kinda pop tart, when I bite into red
I'm a self-racist, you should tape this, ask Sarah, I'm the
I'm a fascist, fuck fashion, Gucci belts is for faggots
My hat is by and if you got a fucking problem
With the future, you can get a death wish just Atiba
the biz apparent, Odd Future errant
I'm watching the Berrics getting head from parent
Blind fucking inside my heart, guaranteed
That I'm sharing in the force with the cyclops
I'm on a beaver, you're a disbeliever
So don't ask for no mothafucking when you see us
Swim right past you, the said that I'm nutty such a cashew
Cause I jack off with dish and smell gas fumes
Permanent brain similar to tattoos
The shit, you can me if anybody ask you
Kill the let the cats loose
You didn't see me here if ask you

[Verse 2: Beats]
I to feel her in every way
Jane keeps me high like every day
Bong, vaporizer, in the now
in my high, afraid of heights, I'm trapped
Buy a for a dollar or two blunt wraps
Roll it up and that everything's fat
She ain't got to try and relieve ya
But she'll get all in head, Sativa

[Verse 3: Deshay]
I'm good but y'all don't me like vegetables
I'm all in front of you zeroes decimals
Let's take high like the decibels
So we get them high, get them high like
In a overweight mother-lover, my is filled with blubber
That's fat, who needs another
Chica-Go-Getter Odd Future, used to ride solo
Cause I ain't really care what the say
Type of nigga to off to his own sex tape
Best stay away when the door closed, I show up four hoes
Best believe I'm leaving with of those
And I got a girlfriend so I'm a lying until the verse end, FIN
Brandun Deshay, Hodgy Beats, Ace the
Odd Future, O.F. until, from now until forever

[Alt. Verse 3: G]
We grind, these asking for some promo
We sit back, observe, hella box logos
circle jerks starting O.F. moshpit
Preaching to the poets, I'm an O.F.
No less profit, when we drop shit
Convertible coupe, scream when they tops split
It's that crack, you something to sell
Put these bitches on down, something like jail
she hot I swear, probably rougher than hell
And she ain't gay, but the only thing she is fucking Chanel
skinned women, all sex everything
Think we can fit ten in, packed with everything
Everything that we call flight, living
This is that we call hype
I'm everything that they nice
She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights,
by niggas you can't be
I'm a G, and is something you can't see
Top ranked, one my son
And she looking for them trees, baby we got
And focused on the women and you get less done
It's ironic cause I always hear you about one
Them other niggas smoke, they ain't high
How Nigga, higher than the kites they fly