Luyện nghe bài hát Sandwiches

[Intro:
had the fuckin' nerve to call me immature
Fuck you think I Odd Future for?
To fuckin' suits and make good decisions?
that nigga, Wolf Gang

[Verse 1:
Who the fuck invited Mr. I Don't a Fuck
Who about his daddy in a blog because his music sucks? (I did!)
Well, you fuckin' up, and truthfully I had
And fuck Rolling Papers, I'm a rebel, bitch, I'm blunts (Sorry)
Full of shit, like I ate that
on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong
Let's buy guns and kill kids with dads and mom
With nice homes, 401k's, and ass lawns
Those privileged fucks gotta learn that we ain't no shit
Like Ellen Degeneres clitoris is playin' dick
I'm jealous as shit, cause I got no home meal to come to
So, if you do I'm fingers out screamin' "fuck you"
I got ten of Kennedy's
Not Dom, but if I was a Dahm, I would be
'Preme hat the color of a with leprosy
I'm fuckin' 'bout it, 'bout it, I'm Master P in '96
It's immaculate, they way your daughter smackin' dicks
she hasn't taked the nasty dick inside her alley you
The Golf hooligans, is fuckin' up the school again
And showin' you and yours that breakin' rules is fuckin' cool
I'm goin' harder than a jumpin' over me
youth, I'm shovin' blunt wraps in bitches ovaries
Punches to the where that bastard kid supposed to be
Fuck a mask, I want that ho to know me, ugh

Wolf Gang, Gang
It's the Wolf Gang, Wolf
It's the Wolf Gang, it's the Gang
It's the Wolf Gang, Wang
the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
Wolf Gang, six crew
It's the Wolf Gang, Wang
Wolf kill them

2: Hodgy]
My love is gone for you mommy, you ride in hearses
I'm sick in the brain bitch, can you nurse this?
You told me would never, ever, ever get this perfect
Then you smoke a J of weed, and take his to the churches
Uh, fuck church, they singin' and the shit ain't worth it
In the choir, whores and liars, scumbags and the dirt,
You told me God was the
When I ask him for shit, I get no answer, so God is the
I'm in triangles, lookin' for my angel
Kill me with a chainsaw, and let my balls
six is my number, you can get it off my Tumblr

[Verse 3:
It was hilarious, well it ain't fuckin' now
push this fuckin' pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground
I step through the stomach, the baby with some fuckin' pounds
"My baby daddy shoot bricks, the nigga shoot rounds"
Cause if I blanks, oops, thanks
I'm right back in it yummy and her mildew stank, uhh

Free Earl, that's the shit
And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered
Um, Wolf Gang, that's the clique
Golf kill them all nigga, triple six
Fuck 2DopeBoyz, all them bitches
We need y'all, The Fader's who we really fuckin' with, bitch

Tyler]
And we don't make horrorcore, you fuckin' idiots
Listen deeper than the before you put it in a box,