Luyện nghe bài hát Session

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

2: Hodgy Beats]
I to feel her in every way
Mary keeps me high like every day
Bong, vaporizer, in the now
Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, I'm
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 head, Sativa

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

[Alt. 3: Mike G]
We grind, these niggas for some promo
We sit back, observe, stacking hella box
Square jerks starting O.F. moshpit
Preaching to the poets, I'm an O.F.
No less profit, themed when we drop
Convertible coupe, scream when they tops split
It's crack, give you something to sell
Put these bitches on down, something like jail
Thought she hot I swear, probably than hell
And she ain't gay, but the thing she like is fucking Chanel
Light skinned women, all sex
Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed everything
Everything that we call flight, 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 niggas you be
I'm a G, and this is you can't see
Top ranked, one my son
And she looking for them trees, baby we got
And stay focused on the women and you get done
It's ironic cause I always hear you talking one
Them other niggas smoke, they ain't high
How high? Nigga, higher than the kites fly