Luyện nghe bài hát Session

[Verse 1:
I'm Tyler, Mr. Green Hat, anti-clean rap
Fuck your blog opinion and your
My self-respect I leave that, in the and found
the black girls get their weaves back
Awesome I achieve that mini, "You're a jerk"
In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a faggot
Bouncing round the house trying to find an easy way to Minnie
Bet you dollars you find her like Cartman found Kenny, dead
I like my smart, skinny
Kinda pop tart, I bite into them 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 death wish just Atiba
the biz apparent, Odd Future errant
I'm watching the Berrics getting head someone's parent
fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed
That I'm sharing in the with the cyclops staring
I'm flying on a beaver, a disbeliever
So don't ask for no mothafucking when you see us
Swim right you, the shit-list said that I'm nutty such a cashew
Cause I jack off with dish and smell gas fumes
Permanent brain similar to tattoos
The shit, you can mention me if ask you
Kill the jungle let the cats
You see me here if someone ask you

[Verse 2: Beats]
I want to her in every way
Jane keeps me high like every day
Bong, vaporizer, in the now
Stuck in my high, of heights, I'm trapped
Buy a swisher for a dollar or two wraps
Roll it up and that everything's fat
She ain't got to try and relieve ya
But she'll get all in your head,

3: BranDun Deshay]
I'm good but y'all don't me like vegetables
I'm all in front of you like decimals
Let's take high like the decibels
So we get them high, get them high cholesterol
In a overweight mother-lover, my tracks is filled with
That's fat, who needs another
from Odd Future, used to ride solo
Cause I ain't really what the rest say
Type of nigga to off to his own sex tape
Best stay away when the door closed, I show up with four
Best believe I'm leaving with more of
And I got a girlfriend so I'm a keep lying the verse end, FIN
Brandun Deshay, Hodgy Beats, Ace the
Odd Future, O.F. until, until from now until

[Alt. 3: Mike G]
We grind, these niggas asking for some
We sit back, observe, hella box logos
Square circle jerks starting O.F.
Preaching to the poets, I'm an O.F.
No less profit, when we drop shit
coupe, bitches scream when they tops split
It's that crack, give you something to
Put these on lock down, something like jail
Thought she hot I swear, probably rougher than
And she ain't gay, but the only thing she is fucking Chanel
skinned women, all sex everything
Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with
Everything that we call flight, living
is everything that we call hype
I'm that they call nice
She in and shit, she off that northern lights, right
Intimidated by niggas you be
I'm a G, and is something you can't see
Top ranked, one my son
And she for them trees, baby we got some
And stay on the women and you get less done
It's ironic cause I always hear you about one
Them niggas smoke, they ain't this high
How high? Nigga, higher than the kites fly