Luyện nghe bài hát Session

[Verse 1:
I'm Tyler, Mr. Green Hat, pro-abortion rap
your blog opinion and your feedback
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 looking like a faggot
Bouncing the house trying to find an easy way to rape Minnie
Bet you thirty dollars you find her Cartman found Kenny, dead
I like my smart, skinny
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 and if you got a fucking problem
With the future, you can get a wish just like Atiba
Fuck the biz apparent, Odd errant
I'm watching the Berrics getting head from someone's
Blind hate inside my heart, guaranteed
That I'm sharing in the force with the cyclops
I'm flying on a beaver, you're a
So don't ask for no ride when you see us
Swim past you, the shit-list said that I'm nutty such a cashew
I jack off with dish soap and smell 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

2: Hodgy Beats]
I to feel her in every way
Mary Jane keeps me like every day
Bong, vaporizer, in the now
Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, I'm
Buy a swisher for a dollar or two blunt
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 but y'all don't want me like vegetables
I'm all in front of you zeroes decimals
Let's take them high 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, to ride solo
Cause I ain't really care what the say
Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex
Best stay away when the door closed, I show up with hoes
Best believe I'm leaving with of those
And I got a girlfriend so I'm a keep until the verse 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 for some promo
We sit back, observe, stacking box logos
Square circle jerks starting O.F.
to the poets, I'm an O.F. prophet
No less profit, when we drop shit
Convertible coupe, scream when they tops split
It's that crack, you something to sell
Put these bitches on lock down, something like
Thought she hot I swear, probably than hell
And she ain't gay, but the only thing she is fucking Chanel
Light skinned women, all sex
we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything
Everything we call flight, living life
This is everything that we hype
I'm everything that they nice
She in and shit, she off that northern lights, right
Intimidated by niggas you be
I'm a G, and this is something you see
Top ranked, one my son
And she looking for them trees, baby we got
And stay on the women and you get less done
ironic cause I always hear you talking about one
Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this
How high? Nigga, higher than the they fly