Luyện nghe bài hát Session

[Verse 1:
I'm Tyler, Mr. Green Hat, anti-clean rap
Fuck your blog opinion and feedback
My I leave that, in the lost and found
Where the black get their weaves back
I achieve that mini, blasting "You're a jerk"
In fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot
Bouncing round the house to find an easy 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 into red
I'm a self-racist, you should tape this, ask Sarah, I'm the
I'm a fascist, fuck fashion, belts is for them faggots
My hat is by Jabbia and if you got a problem
With the future, you can get a death wish like Atiba
Fuck the biz apparent, Odd Future
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, you're a
So don't ask for no ride when you see us
Swim right you, the shit-list said that I'm nutty such a cashew
Cause I jack off with dish soap and gas fumes
brain damage similar to tattoos
The shit, you can mention me if ask you
Kill the jungle let the cats
You didn't see me here if ask you

[Verse 2: Beats]
I want to feel her in way
Mary Jane me high like every day
Bong, vaporizer, in the now
in my high, afraid 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 time to try and ya
But she'll get all in head, Sativa

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

[Alt. 3: Mike G]
We grind, niggas asking for some promo
We sit back, observe, stacking box logos
Square circle jerks starting O.F.
Preaching to the poets, I'm an O.F.
No less profit, themed when we shit
Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops
It's that crack, you something to sell
Put these bitches on lock down, something jail
Thought she hot I swear, probably than hell
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 everything we call hype
I'm everything that they nice
She in and shit, she off that 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, baby we got
And stay focused on the women and you get done
It's ironic cause I always you talking about one
Them other niggas smoke, they this high
How Nigga, higher than the kites they fly