Luyện nghe bài hát Sandwiches

[Intro:
Nigga had the fuckin' nerve to me immature
Fuck you I made Odd Future for?
To wearin' fuckin' suits and make good
Fuck that nigga, Gang

1: Tyler]
Who the fuck Mr. I Don't Give a Fuck
Who cries about his in a blog because his music sucks? (I did!)
Well, you up, and truthfully I had enough
And fuck Rolling Papers, I'm a rebel, bitch, I'm ashin' (Sorry)
Full of shit, like I ate John
Come on kids, fuck class and hit that bong
Let's buy and kill those kids with dads and mom
nice homes, 401k's, and nice 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 these
Not Dom, but if I was a Dahm, I would be
'Preme hat the of a leprechaun with leprosy
I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, like I'm Master P in '96
It's fuckin' immaculate, way your daughter smackin' dicks
Surprised she hasn't the nasty dick inside her alley you
The Golf Wang hooligans, is fuckin' up the school
And showin' you and yours that breakin' rules is fuckin' cool
I'm goin' than a midget jumpin' over me
Chronic youth, I'm shovin' wraps in bitches ovaries
Punches to the stomach where that kid supposed to be
Fuck a mask, I want ho to know it's me, ugh

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

[Verse 2:
My love is gone for you mommy, you could ride in
I'm sick in the dumb 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 kids to the
Uh, fuck church, they singin' and the shit ain't even it
In the choir, whores and liars, and the dirt, bitch
You told me God was the
I ask him for shit, I get no answer, so God is the cancer
I'm in triangles, lookin' for my angel
Kill me a chainsaw, and let my balls dangle
Triple six is my number, you can get it off my

[Verse 3:
It was hilarious, well it fuckin' funny now
I'll push this fuckin' pregnant clown a hydrant stuck in the ground
I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some pounds
"My daddy shoot bricks, the nigga also shoot rounds"
Cause if I shoot blanks, oops,
I'm right back in it yummy and her mildew stank, uhh

Free Earl, that's the shit
And if you disagree, suck a pimple-covered dicks
Um, Wolf Gang, that's the clique
Golf kill them all nigga, triple six
Fuck 2DopeBoyz, all them niggas
We don't need y'all, The Fader's who we really with, bitch

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