Luyện nghe bài hát Session

[Verse 1:
I'm Tyler, Mr. Hat, pro-abortion anti-clean rap
Fuck your blog and your feedback
My I leave that, in the lost and found
Where the black girls get weaves back
I achieve that mini, blasting "You're a jerk"
In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking
Bouncing round the trying to find an easy way to rape Minnie
Bet you thirty dollars you find her like found Kenny, dead
I my girls smart, skinny
Kinda pop tart, when I bite into red
I'm a self-racist, you should this, ask Sarah, I'm the rapist
I'm a fascist, fuck fashion, 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 parent
Blind hate inside my heart, guaranteed
That I'm sharing in the with the cyclops staring
I'm on a beaver, you're a disbeliever
So don't ask for no mothafucking ride you see us
Swim right past you, the shit-list that I'm nutty 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

2: Hodgy Beats]
I want to her in every way
Mary 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 ensure everything's fat
She ain't got time to try and ya
But get all in your head, Sativa

3: BranDun Deshay]
I'm good but y'all don't me like vegetables
I'm all in front of you zeroes decimals
Let's take high like 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 needs producer?
Chica-Go-Getter Odd Future, used to ride solo
Cause I ain't really what the rest say
of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape
Best stay away when the door closed, I show up four hoes
Best believe I'm leaving with of those
And I got a girlfriend so I'm a keep lying until the end, FIN
Brandun Deshay, Beats, Ace the Creator
Odd Future, O.F. until, until from now forever

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