Luyện nghe bài hát Session

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

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

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

[Alt. 3: Mike G]
We grind, niggas asking for some promo
We sit back, observe, hella box logos
Square circle jerks O.F. moshpit
Preaching to the poets, I'm an O.F.
No less profit, themed when we shit
Convertible coupe, scream when they tops split
that crack, give you something to sell
Put these bitches on down, something like jail
Thought she hot I swear, probably rougher than
And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking
skinned women, all sex everything
Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with
that we call flight, living life
This is that we call hype
I'm everything that call nice
She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights,
Intimidated by you can't be
I'm a G, and this is something you 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 cause I always hear you talking about one
Them other niggas smoke, ain't this high
How high? Nigga, higher the kites they fly