Luyện nghe bài hát Hodgy Beats-Lamented

Broke dick, I'm for a drug lord
Okay, to my 12 bar (One, um.)
The beat, it like a kevlar
As I smoke my tree, medlar, African
Coughing 'til there's in my fucking abdomen
I spit just like a halogen
My breeze of a fucking masculine
The win,
'em all with a javelin
Snakes, I'm rattling,
taylor never taddling
You a bunch of squares, Madison
As far as real niggas, bitch nigga my sick
On top of being talented, I'm fucking passionate
I'm a golden curse, me treacherous, treasure chest
I'll build on to the beat like
Remember me? Forgetfulness, I am your
I stitched Odd and Future together a leather vest
You fucking sweater neck, peck, Rosetta checks
I put together decks and push for beef, if for less
I'm headed out to Sydney with Tim Donnelly
He caught up at security, the TSA don't follow me
Tea parties are the shit, mags by the scones
I'm for gun rights to shoot a nigga in his dome
Click fucking heels, there's no place like home
back and blast off written on the tombstone, ain't that a bitch

That wasn't a 12 bar (Tyler, up, nigga?)
I can't (What's wrong?)
[Verse 2:
see, what's wrong with me?
Might be my fucking Tourette,
I need a vacation cause all this got me stressing
So after the showers Sandusky
Me and Sean Kingston went and a couple jet skis
Lionel rolled the up,
so meanwhile me and Lucas getting up
You can smell us coming a faggot when he hicks up
Listening to Common's last album to get up
To ask

when I can get my sucked
You know Casey Anthony, was
Dropping her kids off so she could come out and with me
Wine in the pantry, wrestling on my
Learned new chords while you uncreative were sampling
I'm Wolf, I.spit retardedly
As retarded as the sound of people arguing
You hold the future of the kid you gargling
Me, I have the Odd Future mothafuckin'
(Tyler calm the fuck down) No, I'm the now
My poppa didn't one, that's why I'm like this now
I'm still down to cut and if another fan asks
For a photo while I'm snacking on my lunchable
I'm 'a fucking snap like Berman when he right
Then a mental breakdown and proceed to use a crack pipe
OF will be for
niggas be dumb poor
Don't believe me, ok be back, I'm headed to the gun store
and them 16's
came out of
Like your wet dream,
what you mean old
Oh you really need us to show you
That we're harder than finding a fucking bar in whole foods
In a black hoodie, bruised and a gold tooth
Hoping the fuckin' security guard doesn't you in custody
But had a couple of guns with me
Like gay step mom, of you mothafuckas can fuck with me
Vete a la de tu mama
No mas andan aqui con sus babosadas, que Odd ni que Odd Future
Yo no se que es eso, idiotas, que chingados es Odd
Golf Wang, Tyler? A mi me vale madre
Ja. y mira esa ropa, parecen una bola de mugrosos! Por favor!