Luyện nghe bài hát Session

[Verse 1:
I'm Tyler, Mr. Green Hat, anti-clean rap
Fuck blog opinion and your feedback
My self-respect I leave that, in the lost and
Where the girls get their weaves back
I achieve that mini, blasting "You're a jerk"
In some yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot
Bouncing round the house to find an easy way to rape Minnie
Bet you thirty dollars you find her like Cartman Kenny, dead
I my girls smart, skinny
pop tart, when I bite into them red
I'm a self-racist, you should this, ask Sarah, I'm the rapist
I'm a fascist, fuck fashion, Gucci belts is for them
My hat is by Jabbia and if you got a problem
With the future, you can get a wish just like Atiba
Fuck the biz apparent, Odd errant
I'm the Berrics getting head from someone's parent
Blind hate 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 ride when you see us
Swim right past you, the shit-list said that I'm such a cashew
Cause I jack off with soap and smell gas fumes
Permanent damage similar to tattoos
The shit, you can mention me if ask you
Kill the jungle let the cats
You didn't see me here if ask you

2: Hodgy Beats]
I to feel her in every way
Mary Jane keeps me high 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
it up and ensure that everything's 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 like
I'm all in front of you zeroes like
Let's take high like the decibels
So we get them high, get them high cholesterol
In a overweight mother-lover, my tracks is with blubber
That's fat, who needs another
Chica-Go-Getter from Odd Future, used to solo
Cause I really care what the rest say
Type of 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 lying until the verse end, FIN
Brandun Deshay, Hodgy Beats, Ace the
Odd Future, O.F. until, from now until forever

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