Luyện nghe bài hát Session

[Verse 1:
I'm Tyler, Mr. Hat, pro-abortion anti-clean rap
Fuck blog opinion and your feedback
My I leave that, in the lost and found
Where the black girls get their back
Awesome I achieve that mini, "You're a jerk"
In fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot
Bouncing round the house trying to an easy way to rape Minnie
Bet you thirty dollars you find her Cartman found Kenny, dead
I like my girls smart,
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, fashion, Gucci belts is for them faggots
My hat is by and if you got a fucking problem
With the future, you can get a death wish just like
Fuck the biz apparent, Odd errant
I'm watching the Berrics head from someone's parent
fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed
That I'm sharing in the force 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 brain similar to tattoos
The shit, you can me if anybody ask you
Kill the jungle let the cats
You didn't see me if someone ask you

[Verse 2: Beats]
I want to feel her in way
Mary Jane 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 get all in your head, Sativa

3: BranDun Deshay]
I'm good but y'all 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 high like cholesterol
In a overweight mother-lover, my is filled with blubber
That's fat, who another producer?
Chica-Go-Getter from Odd Future, used to ride
Cause I ain't really care 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 I'm leaving with more of those
And I got a girlfriend so I'm a keep lying the verse end, FIN
Deshay, Hodgy Beats, Ace the Creator
Odd Future, O.F. until, until from now forever

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