Luyện nghe bài hát Session

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

2: Hodgy Beats]
I want to her in every way
Jane keeps me high like every day
Bong, vaporizer, in the now
in my high, afraid of heights, I'm trapped
Buy a swisher for a or two blunt wraps
it up and ensure that everything's fat
She got time to try and relieve ya
But she'll get all in head, Sativa

3: BranDun Deshay]
I'm good but y'all want me like vegetables
I'm all in front of you zeroes like
Let's take them like the decibels
So we get them high, get high like cholesterol
In a overweight mother-lover, my tracks is filled with
That's fat, who needs producer?
Chica-Go-Getter from Odd Future, to ride solo
Cause I really care what the rest say
of nigga 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 more of those
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, from now until forever

[Alt. 3: Mike G]
We grind, these asking for some promo
We sit back, observe, stacking box logos
Square circle jerks 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, you something to sell
Put bitches on lock down, something like jail
Thought she hot I swear, probably than hell
And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is Chanel
Light skinned women, all sex
Think we can fit ten in, bowls with everything
Everything that we call flight, life
This is everything that we call
I'm everything that 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 something you see
Top ranked, one my son
And she for them trees, baby we got some
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 this
How high? Nigga, higher than the kites fly