Luyện nghe bài hát Potato Salad

[Intro: the Creator]
Yo, now you gon' start me the top? Listen
out Harlem, man
Shout out Rocky, man
in the building, man
What's good? Is potato salad?
Yo,

1: Tyler the Creator]
Niggas give me the shoulder, I can speak for myself
So I a high waist and alligator the belt
And got a with the holster, I ain't playing games
But got lil' niggas who would do it so I pass the controller
You get and X out, tri-angle your nose
Pause your life if you squares try to mess my O's, whoa
So cut the crap like shit
Cause we really with the like closeted gay fathers
Nigga we get dollars, give 'em to Ben
Exchange for chains that's all shiny with thick water
I got back pains, neck heavy like whipped
My clean, and they all white, I whip cream
And cop boys and I joy stick, I whip cream and cop
I got space than big jeans, y'all sleeping on me
Explain why got shit dreams
I'm alien, got the laser gun the big beam
Married to the money, my green
No I don't sip lean, but around in rockets like Yao Ming
Y'all niggas
They I was goofy and all mouses
Double C my and fill them with Comme blouses
cop kush, my nigga I cop houses
And fill em with some Leo DiCap's and some Cole Sprouses,
Where we? Rocky,
GOLF, boy, where we at? Nigga in

[Verse 2: Rocky]
clothes, I cop pieces
Couple thots with me and them hoes is divas
Got my Vans on but look like sneakers
Flipped a couple packs, BasedGod in the
Bass all in the
In the field like baseball, play ball, face when polices come
I don't rock Chanel, I channel
And no this ain't a purse, it's a (At you)
Bless, at you, nah I sneeze
But if niggas steam or smoke, bet I match you
Got a with your name on the barrel
If hollows don't clip, you get nip like it's cat
That dude, when I die, they gotta a statue
Bad attitude, this ain't a purse, a satchel
Go to any nigga with money up in my
Then I think about the state of
All the freshmens in the
All the super seniors mumblin' and
and rappin', mumble rapping?
I it hard to find actual talent
I find it hard to find an actual
I'm Shabazz Palace's last acid hit, elaborate
Rap lab's labyrinth, word to Kodak's Black's
"Calldrops" on the album

[Verse 3: the Creator]
Ayo, I'm the channel you watch, I'm the ammo in the Glock
Weird nigga, full with the sandals and the socks, stop
And based on my boy
You would I hate glass homes way I'm handling the rocks
Who cast the first stone? it's me, fuck you thought?
grunge nigga, I ain't got a flannel as the top
And I'm picking up guitar, nigga
Bum niggas wish they could a garden shed
But sleeping on me man like their arm is dead
I'm a wild nigga boy and you bred, born
You animal, you are, corn, hahah, yeah!

[Outro: Tyler the
K shiz, up nigga!