Luyện nghe bài hát Session

[Verse 1:
I'm Tyler, Mr. Green Hat, anti-clean rap
Fuck your opinion and your feedback
My self-respect I that, in the lost and found
the black girls get their weaves back
Awesome I that mini, blasting "You're a jerk"
In some fucking yellow skinnies looking a fucking faggot
Bouncing round the house trying to find an easy way to Minnie
Bet you thirty dollars you find her Cartman found Kenny, dead
I my girls smart, skinny
pop tart, when I bite into them red
I'm a self-racist, you tape 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 fucking
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 fucking hate 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 damage similar to tattoos
The shit, you can me if anybody ask you
Kill the jungle let the cats
You didn't see me here if ask you

[Verse 2: Beats]
I want to feel her in way
Mary Jane keeps me like every day
Bong, vaporizer, in the now
in my high, afraid of heights, I'm trapped
Buy a for a dollar or two blunt wraps
Roll it up and ensure that fat
She ain't got to try and relieve ya
But she'll get all in head, Sativa

[Verse 3: BranDun
I'm good but y'all want me like vegetables
I'm all in front of you like decimals
Let's them high like the decibels
So we get high, get them high like cholesterol
In a mother-lover, my tracks is filled with blubber
That's fat, who needs another
Chica-Go-Getter from Odd Future, to ride solo
I ain't really care what the rest say
Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex
Best stay away when the closed, I show up with four hoes
believe I'm leaving with more of those
And I got a girlfriend so I'm a keep until the verse end, FIN
Brandun Deshay, Hodgy Beats, Ace the
Odd Future, O.F. until, until from now forever

[Alt. 3: Mike G]
We grind, these niggas asking for some
We sit back, observe, hella box logos
Square circle jerks 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 down, something like jail
Thought she hot I swear, probably rougher hell
And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking
Light women, all sex everything
we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything
Everything that we call flight, living
This is everything we call hype
I'm everything they call nice
She in colors and shit, she off that lights, right
Intimidated by you can't be
I'm a G, and this is you can't 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
It's ironic I always hear you talking about one
other niggas smoke, they ain't this high
How high? Nigga, higher the kites they fly