Luyện nghe bài hát Session

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

2: Hodgy Beats]
I to feel her in every way
Mary 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 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: BranDun
I'm good but y'all 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 them like cholesterol
In a overweight mother-lover, my is filled with blubber
That's fat, who needs another
from Odd Future, used to ride solo
Cause I really 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
believe I'm leaving with more of those
And I got a so I'm a keep lying until the verse end, FIN
Brandun Deshay, Hodgy Beats, Ace the
Odd Future, O.F. until, until now until forever

[Alt. 3: Mike G]
We grind, these niggas asking for promo
We sit back, observe, stacking hella box
Square circle jerks O.F. moshpit
Preaching to the poets, I'm an O.F.
No less profit, themed when we shit
Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they split
It's crack, give you something to sell
Put these bitches on down, something like jail
Thought she hot I swear, rougher than hell
And she gay, but the only thing she like is fucking Chanel
skinned women, all sex everything
Think we can fit ten in, bowls with everything
Everything that we call flight, life
is everything that we call hype
I'm everything that they call
She in colors and shit, she off that lights, right
by niggas you can't be
I'm a G, and is something you can't see
Top ranked, one my son
And she looking for trees, baby we got some
And stay focused on the women and you get less
It's ironic cause I always hear you talking one
Them niggas smoke, they ain't this high
How high? Nigga, than the kites they fly