Luyện nghe bài hát Session

[Verse 1:
I'm Tyler, Mr. Green Hat, anti-clean rap
Fuck your blog opinion and your
My self-respect I leave that, in the lost and
Where the girls get their weaves back
Awesome I achieve that mini, "You're a jerk"
In some fucking yellow skinnies like 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, I bite into them red
I'm a self-racist, you tape this, ask Sarah, I'm the rapist
I'm a fascist, fuck fashion, belts is for them faggots
My hat is by and if you got a fucking problem
With the future, you can get a death just like Atiba
Fuck the biz apparent, Odd errant
I'm watching the Berrics getting from someone's parent
Blind fucking inside my heart, guaranteed
I'm sharing in the force with the cyclops staring
I'm flying on a beaver, you're a
So don't ask for no ride when you see us
Swim right you, the shit-list said that I'm nutty such a cashew
Cause I jack off with dish soap and gas fumes
Permanent brain similar to tattoos
The shit, you can me if anybody ask you
Kill the jungle let the loose
You didn't see me if someone 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 for a dollar or two blunt wraps
Roll it up and ensure that fat
She got time to try and relieve ya
But get all in your head, Sativa

[Verse 3: Deshay]
I'm but y'all don't want me like vegetables
I'm all in front of you like decimals
Let's take high like the decibels
So we get high, get them high like cholesterol
In a overweight mother-lover, my tracks is with blubber
That's fat, who needs producer?
Chica-Go-Getter from Odd Future, used to solo
Cause I ain't care what 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 with more of those
And I got a girlfriend so I'm a keep lying the verse end, FIN
Deshay, Hodgy Beats, Ace the Creator
Odd Future, O.F. until, from now until forever

[Alt. Verse 3: G]
We grind, these asking for some promo
We sit back, observe, hella box logos
Square jerks starting O.F. moshpit
Preaching to the poets, I'm an O.F.
No less profit, themed when we drop
Convertible coupe, scream when they tops split
It's crack, give you something to sell
Put these bitches on lock down, like jail
Thought she hot I swear, probably rougher than
And she ain't gay, but the only thing she is fucking Chanel
Light skinned women, all sex
Think we can fit ten in, bowls with everything
Everything we call flight, living life
is everything that we call hype
I'm everything that they call
She in colors and shit, she off that lights, right
Intimidated by niggas you 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 focused on the women and you get less done
It's ironic cause I hear you talking about one
Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this
How high? Nigga, higher the kites they fly