Luyện nghe bài hát Session

[Verse 1:
I'm Tyler, Mr. Hat, pro-abortion anti-clean rap
Fuck blog opinion and your feedback
My self-respect I leave that, in the lost and
Where the black girls get their weaves
Awesome I achieve mini, blasting "You're a jerk"
In some yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot
Bouncing round the house trying to find an way to rape Minnie
Bet you thirty dollars you find her Cartman found Kenny, dead
I my girls smart, skinny
pop tart, when I bite into them red
I'm a self-racist, you should tape this, ask Sarah, I'm the
I'm a fascist, fashion, Gucci belts is for them faggots
My hat is by Jabbia and if you got a problem
With the future, you can get a death wish like Atiba
Fuck the biz apparent, Odd Future
I'm the Berrics getting head from someone's parent
Blind fucking hate my heart, guaranteed
That I'm sharing in the force the cyclops staring
I'm flying on a beaver, a disbeliever
So ask for no mothafucking ride when you see us
Swim right past you, the shit-list that I'm nutty such a cashew
Cause I off with dish soap and smell gas fumes
Permanent damage similar to tattoos
The shit, you can mention me if ask you
the jungle let the cats loose
You didn't see me if someone ask you

[Verse 2: Beats]
I to feel her in every way
Mary Jane me high like every day
Bong, vaporizer, in the now
Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, I'm
Buy a swisher for a dollar or two blunt
Roll it up and ensure everything's fat
She got time to try and relieve ya
But she'll get all in head, Sativa

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 them like the decibels
So we get them high, get them high cholesterol
In a mother-lover, my tracks is filled with blubber
That's fat, who another producer?
Chica-Go-Getter from Odd Future, to ride solo
Cause I ain't care what the rest say
of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape
Best stay away when the door closed, I up with four hoes
Best believe I'm with more of those
And I got a girlfriend so I'm a keep lying the verse end, FIN
Deshay, Hodgy Beats, Ace the Creator
Odd Future, O.F. until, until now until forever

[Alt. Verse 3: G]
We grind, these niggas asking for promo
We sit back, observe, hella box logos
Square circle starting O.F. moshpit
to the poets, I'm an O.F. prophet
No less profit, themed we drop shit
Convertible coupe, scream when they tops split
It's that crack, give you something to
Put these bitches on down, something like jail
Thought she hot I swear, probably rougher than
And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is Chanel
Light 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 everything that they nice
She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights,
Intimidated by niggas you be
I'm a G, and is something you can't see
Top ranked, one my son
And she looking for trees, baby we got some
And stay focused on the and you get less done
It's cause I always hear you talking about one
Them other niggas smoke, they ain't high
How high? Nigga, higher than the they fly