Luyện nghe bài hát Session

[Verse 1:
I'm Tyler, Mr. Green Hat, anti-clean rap
Fuck your blog opinion and your
My I leave that, in the lost and found
Where the girls get their weaves back
Awesome I achieve mini, blasting "You're a jerk"
In some fucking skinnies looking like a fucking faggot
round the house trying to find an easy way to rape Minnie
Bet you thirty dollars you find her like found Kenny, dead
I my girls smart, skinny
Kinda pop tart, when I bite into 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 faggots
My hat is by and if you got a fucking problem
the future, you can get a death wish just like Atiba
Fuck the biz apparent, Odd Future
I'm watching the Berrics getting head from someone's
Blind fucking inside my heart, guaranteed
That I'm in the force with the cyclops staring
I'm flying on a beaver, a disbeliever
So don't ask for no mothafucking when you see us
Swim right past you, the shit-list that I'm nutty such a cashew
Cause I jack off with soap and smell gas fumes
Permanent brain damage 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

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

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

[Alt. Verse 3: G]
We grind, these asking for some promo
We sit back, observe, hella box logos
Square circle starting O.F. moshpit
Preaching to the poets, I'm an O.F.
No less profit, when we drop shit
coupe, bitches scream when they tops split
It's that crack, give you 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 Chanel
Light women, all sex everything
Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with
Everything that we flight, living life
This is everything that we call
I'm everything that call nice
She in colors and shit, she off that lights, right
Intimidated by you can't be
I'm a G, and this is something you see
Top ranked, one my son
And she looking for them trees, we got some
And focused on the women and you get less done
It's ironic I always hear you talking about one
Them other niggas smoke, they this high
How high? Nigga, than the kites they fly