Luyện nghe bài hát Session

[Verse 1:
I'm Tyler, Mr. Green Hat, anti-clean rap
Fuck blog opinion and your feedback
My self-respect I that, in the lost and found
Where the black girls get weaves back
Awesome I that mini, blasting "You're a jerk"
In some fucking yellow looking like a fucking faggot
Bouncing round the trying to find an easy way to rape Minnie
Bet you dollars you find her like Cartman found Kenny, dead
I my girls 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, fashion, Gucci belts is for them faggots
My hat is by Jabbia and if you got a problem
With the future, you can get a death just like Atiba
Fuck the biz apparent, Odd errant
I'm watching the getting head from someone's parent
Blind fucking hate inside my heart,
That I'm sharing in the force with the staring
I'm flying on a beaver, you're a
So ask for no mothafucking ride when you see us
Swim right past you, the shit-list said that I'm nutty a cashew
Cause I jack off with dish and smell gas fumes
Permanent brain similar to tattoos
The shit, you can mention me if ask you
the jungle let the cats loose
You see me here if someone ask you

[Verse 2: Hodgy
I to feel her in every way
Mary Jane keeps me 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 blunt
it up and ensure that everything's fat
She ain't got time to try and ya
But she'll get all in head, Sativa

[Verse 3: Deshay]
I'm but y'all don't want me like vegetables
I'm all in front of you like decimals
Let's take high like the decibels
So we get them high, get high like cholesterol
In a overweight mother-lover, my tracks is filled with
fat, who needs another producer?
Chica-Go-Getter from Odd Future, to ride solo
I ain't really care what the rest say
Type of nigga to off to his own sex tape
stay away when 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 keep lying the verse end, FIN
Brandun Deshay, Hodgy Beats, Ace the
Odd Future, O.F. until, until from now forever

[Alt. 3: Mike G]
We grind, these niggas asking for some
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, themed when we drop
Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they split
It's that crack, you something to sell
Put these bitches on lock down, like jail
Thought she hot I swear, probably than hell
And she ain't gay, but the only she like is fucking Chanel
Light skinned women, all sex
Think we can fit ten in, bowls with everything
Everything we call flight, living life
This is that we call hype
I'm everything they call nice
She in and shit, she off that northern lights, right
by niggas you can't be
I'm a G, and this is you can't see
Top ranked, one my son
And she for them trees, baby we got some
And focused on the women and you get less done
It's ironic cause I always you talking about one
Them niggas smoke, they ain't this high
How Nigga, higher than the kites they fly