Luyện nghe bài hát Session

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

[Verse 2: Beats]
I to feel her in every way
Mary keeps me high like every day
Bong, vaporizer, in the now
Stuck in my high, of heights, I'm trapped
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,

[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 them high like the decibels
So we get them high, get them like cholesterol
In a overweight mother-lover, my tracks is with blubber
That's fat, who another producer?
Chica-Go-Getter from Odd Future, used to solo
Cause I ain't really care the rest say
Type of nigga to off to his own sex tape
stay away when the door closed, I show up with four hoes
Best believe I'm leaving 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 from now forever

[Alt. Verse 3: G]
We grind, these 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 drop
Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they split
It's that crack, give you something to
Put these bitches on lock down, something like
Thought she hot I swear, probably rougher hell
And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking
Light women, all sex everything
we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything
Everything that we call flight, living
This is everything that we call
I'm that they call nice
She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights,
Intimidated by you can't be
I'm a G, and this is you can't see
Top ranked, one my son
And she looking for them trees, baby we got
And stay focused on the and you get less done
It's ironic cause I always you talking about one
Them other niggas smoke, they ain't high
How high? Nigga, higher than the they fly