Luyện nghe bài hát Session

[Verse 1:
I'm Tyler, Mr. Hat, pro-abortion anti-clean rap
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My self-respect I leave that, in the and found
Where the black girls get weaves back
I achieve that mini, blasting "You're a jerk"
In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking
Bouncing the house trying to find an easy 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 this, ask Sarah, I'm the rapist
I'm a fascist, fuck fashion, Gucci belts is for faggots
My hat is by and if you got a fucking problem
the future, you can get a death wish just like Atiba
Fuck the biz apparent, Odd Future
I'm watching the Berrics getting from someone's parent
fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed
That I'm sharing in the force with the cyclops
I'm flying on a beaver, you're a
So ask for no mothafucking ride when you see us
Swim right past you, the shit-list that I'm nutty such a cashew
I jack off with dish soap and smell gas fumes
Permanent damage similar to tattoos
The shit, you can mention me if ask you
Kill the jungle let the cats
You didn't see me here if ask you

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

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

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