Luyện nghe bài hát Seven

1]
I'd him to eat a dick quicker than Mexicans sprint over borders
I a fuck like a quarter with 20 cent
At with Fred Hampton relaxing at Happy Camper
It's the fucking aid at Hamptons wasn't relaxing, I'm taxing
"Fuck 'em all!" I'm chanting, don't complain I'm just
ranking, I'm the best, I'm the champion's chariot
I'm a liar like in "Liar, Liar"
I'm than the sheets in the Marriott, Cable guy like Larry
Pan in my youth, fucking fairies
I'm using my tooth to get that bitches teeth paste
Fuck it, Odd Future some Nazis, black Nazis don't
We perfect, you sloppy, huddled and slightly
Fuck a label on my jacket, you like a ratchet
Screw you like a black teen on Judge
with thrashers and jackers
Drug dealers and crackers, AP and slackers
I'm backwards like Jermaine in '93
Escaping from concentration with a fucking girl board and a ramp
That I ordered from CCS some diamonds that's VVS
Like I went to Sierra Leone in a homecoming
With some matching pink panties, lipstick my granny
Sup on my hat that motherfucker friendly
White, red-headed reminded me of Annie
She dyno like my state of mind, so she understand me
Fuck you bunches here, never my family
That's for my little brother, sister, and my auntie
Wasted fucking youth? All you old antiques
We go skate, rape and eat donuts from Randy
Bitches like Tia Landry watching Billy and
Motherfuckers wanna be Odd but you be
Sit the down all you old niggas stand me, faggot

2]
I guess I got to be a fucking hand-me-down
Los Angee area anytime I'm fucking landing
Fuck 2DopeBoyz and NahRight, out to Hype Track
Them could never get rid of me
Guess I do a fucking song with Dom Kennedy
Get these fucking hip hop to start feeling me
I'm seventeen, compose my own beats
Lyrically I'm dope to ass-fuck the dude who made nicotine
Maybe I should buy some Hundreds, wear some fucking jeans
And follow in your footsteps like a motherfucking
Centipede, make songs Gucci and ciggaweed
Jerk with my friends like it's some motherfucking little
No I no fucking hipster, mister
No I'm not no fucking Kid Cudi, all my fucking fans me
Collaboration hits for fans screaming buddies, yo, yo

3]
I'm driving in a truck, and I'm probably fucking drunk
Wasted as fuck, can't it out, DJ Unk
My nose is filled with coke and my license is
(Shut the up!) Who the fuck told me not to spoke?
everybody here, everybody vanished, I'm managed
Hop off my dick and a fucking sandwich
Everybody listening can my dick in Spanish
you, faggot (fucking bastard)

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to record
I was, I was angry, probably on my period
But um, I didn't mean to anyone, alright, I'm lying, OF