Luyện nghe bài hát Session

[Verse 1:
I'm Tyler, Mr. Hat, pro-abortion anti-clean rap
Fuck your opinion and your feedback
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 some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a 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 into 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 wish just like
Fuck the biz apparent, Odd errant
I'm watching the Berrics getting head from parent
Blind fucking inside 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 mothafucking ride you see us
Swim right past you, the shit-list said that I'm nutty such a
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 didn't see me here if ask you

2: Hodgy Beats]
I want to her in every way
Mary Jane keeps me high like day
Bong, vaporizer, in the now
Stuck in my high, of heights, I'm trapped
Buy a for a dollar or two blunt wraps
Roll it up and ensure everything's fat
She ain't got time to try and ya
But get all in your head, Sativa

[Verse 3: BranDun
I'm good but don't want me like vegetables
I'm all in of you zeroes like decimals
Let's take them high the decibels
So we get them high, get them high like
In a overweight mother-lover, my is filled with blubber
fat, who needs another producer?
Chica-Go-Getter Odd Future, used to ride solo
Cause I ain't care what the rest say
Type of to jerk off to his own sex tape
Best stay away when the door closed, I 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
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 promo
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 we drop shit
Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they split
It's that crack, give you to sell
Put these on lock down, something like jail
Thought she hot I swear, probably rougher than
And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is Chanel
Light women, all sex everything
Think we can fit ten in, packed with everything
that we call flight, living life
This is everything we call hype
I'm everything they call nice
She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights,
Intimidated by you can't 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, ain't this high
How high? Nigga, higher the kites they fly