Luyện nghe bài hát Sandwitches

Nigga had the nerve to call me immature
Fuck you think I made Odd for?
To wear fucking suits and good decisions?
Fuck that nigga, Gang

Who the invited Mr. I Don't Give a Fuck
Who cries about his and a blog because his music sucks? (I did!)
Well, you fucking up, and I had enough
And fuck papers, I'm a rebel, bitch, I'm ashing blunts (Sorry)
Full of shit, like I ate John
Come on kids, fuck class and hit that bong
Let's buy guns and kill those kids with and mom
With nice homes, one K's, and nice ass lawns
Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't no shit
Like Ellen Degeneres is playing with dick
I'm as shit, 'cause I ain't got no home meal to come to
So, if you do, I'm throwing fingers out "fuck you"
I got ten of Kennedy's
Not Dom, but if I was a Dahm, I be Jeffery
hat the color of a leprechaun with leprosy
I'm fucking 'bout it, 'bout it, I'm Master P in ninety six
It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter dicks
she hasn't taked the nasty dick inside her alley you
The Golf Wang hooligans, is fucking up the school
And you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again
I'm going harder than a midget jumping me
Chronic youth, I'm shoving blunt wraps in ovaries
to the stomach where that bastard kid supposed to be
Fuck a mask, I that ho to know it's me, ugh

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

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

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

Earl, that's the fucking shit
And if you disagree, suck a pimple-covered dicks
Um, Wolf Gang, that's the fucking
Golf Wang them all nigga, triple six
2dopeboyz, all them niggas bitches
We don't y'all, The Fader's who we really fucking with, bitch

And we don't make horror-core, you fucking idiots
Listen deeper the music before you put it in a box