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 that, in the lost and found
Where the black get their weaves back
Awesome I achieve mini, blasting "You're a jerk"
In fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot
Bouncing round the house trying to find an easy way to rape
Bet you thirty you find her like Cartman found Kenny, dead
I like my smart, skinny
Kinda pop tart, when I bite them red
I'm a self-racist, you tape this, ask Sarah, I'm the rapist
I'm a fascist, fuck fashion, Gucci is for them faggots
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 Future
I'm watching the getting head from someone's parent
fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed
That I'm in the force with the cyclops staring
I'm flying on a beaver, you're a
So ask for no mothafucking ride when you see us
Swim right past you, the shit-list that I'm nutty such a cashew
Cause I jack off dish soap and smell gas fumes
Permanent damage similar to tattoos
The shit, you can mention me if ask you
Kill the let the cats loose
You didn't see me if someone ask you

[Verse 2: Hodgy
I want to her in every way
Mary Jane keeps me 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 got time to try and relieve 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 of you zeroes like decimals
Let's take them like the decibels
So we get them high, get them high cholesterol
In a overweight mother-lover, my tracks is filled with
fat, who needs another producer?
Chica-Go-Getter Odd Future, used to ride solo
Cause I really care what the rest say
Type of to jerk off to his own sex tape
Best stay away when the closed, I show up with four hoes
Best believe I'm leaving 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, until from now forever

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