Luyện nghe bài hát Session

[Verse 1:
I'm Tyler, Mr. Green Hat, anti-clean rap
Fuck your blog opinion and feedback
My self-respect I that, in the lost and found
Where the black girls get their weaves
Awesome I that mini, blasting "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 thirty dollars you find her like Cartman Kenny, dead
I like my 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, fashion, Gucci belts is for them faggots
My hat is by Jabbia and if you got a problem
With the future, you can get a death wish just Atiba
Fuck the biz apparent, Odd errant
I'm watching the Berrics head from someone's parent
Blind fucking hate 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 when you see us
Swim right past you, the said that I'm nutty such a cashew
Cause I jack off with dish soap and smell gas
brain damage similar to tattoos
The shit, you can mention me if ask you
Kill the jungle let the loose
You see me here if someone ask you

[Verse 2: Hodgy
I to feel her in every way
Mary keeps 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 ain't got time to try and ya
But she'll get all in your head,

3: BranDun Deshay]
I'm good but y'all don't want me vegetables
I'm all in front of you like decimals
Let's take high like the decibels
So we get them high, get them high cholesterol
In a overweight mother-lover, my is filled with blubber
fat, who needs another producer?
Chica-Go-Getter from Odd Future, used to ride
Cause I really care what the rest say
Type of nigga to off to his own sex tape
Best away when the door closed, I show up with four hoes
Best I'm leaving with more of those
And I got a girlfriend so I'm a keep lying until the end, FIN
Brandun Deshay, Beats, Ace the Creator
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 jerks starting 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 lock down, something like
she hot I swear, probably rougher than hell
And she ain't gay, but the only she like is fucking 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 northern lights,
Intimidated by you can't 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 stay focused on the women and you get less
It's ironic cause I always hear you about one
Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this
How Nigga, higher than the kites they fly