Luyện nghe bài hát Session

[Verse 1:
I'm Tyler, Mr. Green Hat, pro-abortion rap
Fuck your opinion and your feedback
My I leave that, in the lost and found
Where the black girls get weaves back
Awesome I achieve that mini, "You're a jerk"
In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking
Bouncing round the house to find an easy way to rape Minnie
Bet you thirty you find her like Cartman found Kenny, dead
I my girls smart, skinny
Kinda pop tart, when I bite into red
I'm a self-racist, you tape 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 fucking
With the future, you can get a death wish like Atiba
the biz apparent, Odd Future errant
I'm watching the Berrics getting head from parent
Blind fucking hate inside my heart,
That I'm sharing in the force the cyclops staring
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 off with dish soap and smell gas fumes
Permanent brain similar to tattoos
The shit, you can me if anybody 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
Jane keeps me high 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 got time to try and relieve ya
But she'll get all in your head,

[Verse 3: Deshay]
I'm good but y'all want me like vegetables
I'm all in front of you like decimals
Let's take them high like the
So we get them high, get them like cholesterol
In a overweight mother-lover, my tracks is with blubber
That's fat, who needs producer?
Chica-Go-Getter from Odd Future, used to ride
I ain't really care what the rest say
Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex
stay away when the door closed, I show up with four 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. Verse 3: G]
We grind, these asking for some promo
We sit back, observe, stacking hella box
Square circle jerks starting O.F.
Preaching to the poets, I'm an O.F.
No less profit, themed when we drop
coupe, bitches scream when they tops split
It's that crack, you something to sell
Put these bitches on lock down, like jail
Thought she hot I swear, probably rougher hell
And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is Chanel
skinned women, all sex everything
Think we can fit ten in, bowls with everything
Everything we call flight, living life
This is everything that we call
I'm everything that they 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 for them trees, baby we got some
And stay on the women and you get less done
It's ironic cause I always hear you talking one
Them other niggas smoke, ain't this high
How high? Nigga, than the kites they fly