Luyện nghe bài hát Session

[Verse 1:
I'm Tyler, Mr. Green Hat, pro-abortion rap
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My I leave that, in the lost and found
Where the girls get their weaves back
Awesome I that mini, blasting "You're a jerk"
In fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot
Bouncing round the house trying to find an way to rape Minnie
Bet you thirty dollars you find her like found Kenny, dead
I like my smart, skinny
Kinda pop tart, when I bite them red
I'm a self-racist, you should this, ask Sarah, I'm the rapist
I'm a fascist, fuck fashion, Gucci is for them faggots
My hat is by and if you got a fucking problem
With the future, you can get a wish just like Atiba
Fuck the biz apparent, Odd Future
I'm watching the Berrics getting head someone's parent
Blind hate inside my heart, guaranteed
That I'm sharing in the force with the cyclops
I'm on a beaver, you're a disbeliever
So ask for no mothafucking ride when you see us
Swim right past you, the said 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 me if anybody ask you
Kill the let the cats loose
You didn't see me if someone ask you

[Verse 2: Hodgy
I want to feel her in way
Mary Jane keeps me high 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
it up and ensure that everything's fat
She got time to try and relieve ya
But get all in your head, Sativa

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

[Alt. Verse 3: G]
We grind, these niggas for some promo
We sit back, observe, hella box logos
Square jerks starting O.F. moshpit
to the poets, I'm an O.F. prophet
No less profit, when we drop shit
Convertible coupe, bitches scream when tops split
It's that crack, give you 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 like is fucking
Light skinned women, all sex
Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with
Everything that we call flight, living
This is everything that we hype
I'm everything that they nice
She in colors and shit, she off northern lights, right
Intimidated by niggas you be
I'm a G, and is something you can't see
Top ranked, one my son
And she looking for them trees, we got some
And stay focused on the women and you get done
It's ironic cause I hear you talking about one
Them other niggas smoke, ain't this high
How high? Nigga, than the kites they fly