Luyện nghe bài hát Session

[Verse 1:
I'm Tyler, Mr. Green Hat, pro-abortion rap
Fuck your blog and your feedback
My self-respect I leave that, in the and found
the black girls get their weaves back
Awesome I that mini, blasting "You're a jerk"
In some fucking yellow skinnies looking a fucking faggot
Bouncing round the trying to find an easy way to rape Minnie
Bet you thirty dollars you her like Cartman found Kenny, dead
I my girls smart, skinny
pop tart, when I bite into them red
I'm a self-racist, you tape this, ask Sarah, I'm the rapist
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 just like
Fuck the biz apparent, Odd Future
I'm watching the Berrics getting head someone's parent
Blind fucking hate my heart, guaranteed
That I'm sharing in the with the cyclops staring
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 said that I'm nutty a cashew
Cause I jack off dish soap and smell gas fumes
Permanent brain similar to tattoos
The shit, you can mention me if ask you
the jungle let the cats loose
You didn't see me here if ask you

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

[Verse 3: BranDun
I'm good but y'all don't want me vegetables
I'm all in of you zeroes like decimals
Let's take them high the decibels
So we get them high, get them like cholesterol
In a overweight mother-lover, my tracks is with blubber
That's fat, who needs another
Chica-Go-Getter from Odd Future, used to ride
Cause I ain't really care what the 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 keep lying until the end, FIN
Brandun Deshay, Hodgy Beats, Ace the
Odd Future, O.F. until, until now until forever

[Alt. 3: Mike G]
We grind, these niggas asking for promo
We sit back, observe, stacking hella box
Square circle jerks starting O.F.
Preaching to the poets, I'm an O.F.
No less profit, themed when we drop
Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they split
It's that crack, you something to sell
Put bitches on lock down, something like jail
she hot I swear, probably rougher than hell
And she gay, but the only thing she like is fucking Chanel
Light skinned women, all sex
Think we can fit ten in, packed with everything
that we call flight, living life
This is everything that we call
I'm everything that call nice
She in and shit, she off that northern lights, right
by niggas you can't 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 on the women and you get less done
It's cause I always hear you talking about one
Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this
How high? Nigga, higher than the kites fly