Luyện nghe bài hát Potato Salad

[Intro: Tyler the
Yo, now you gon' start me from the Listen
out Harlem, man
Shout out Rocky, man
in the building, man
What's good? Is that salad?
Yo,

[Verse 1: the Creator]
Niggas give me the cold shoulder, I can speak for
So I keep a high and alligator the belt
And got a belt with the holster, I playing games
But got some lil' who would do it so I pass the controller
You get pressed and X out, your nose
Pause your life if you try to mess with my O's, whoa
So cut the crap like barbers
Cause we really the beef like closeted gay fathers
we get dollars, give 'em to Ben Baller
Exchange for them chains that's all shiny with thick
I got pains, neck heavy like whipped cream
My whip clean, and all white, I whip cream
And cop boys and I joy stick, I whip and cop cribs
I got more than big jeans, y'all sleeping on me
why they got shit dreams
I'm alien, got the laser gun with the big
Married to the money, my bitch
No I don't sip lean, but around in rockets like Yao Ming
niggas weak
They thought I was and all mouses
Double C my luggage and them with Comme blouses
Y'all cop kush, my nigga I cop
And fill em with some Leo and some Cole Sprouses, nigga
Where we? Rocky,
GOLF, boy, where we at? in Pari'

[Verse 2: A$AP
clothes, I cop pieces
Couple thots with me and them is like divas
Got my on but they look like sneakers
Flipped a packs, BasedGod in the speakers
all in the speakers
In the field like baseball, play ball, face wall when come
I don't rock Chanel, I channel
And no this ain't a purse, a satchel (At you)
Bless, at you, nah I sneeze
But if want steam or smoke, bet I match you
Got a with your name on the barrel
If hollows clip, you get nip like it's cat food
That dude, I die, they gotta make a statue
Bad attitude, this ain't a purse, it's a
Go to any nigga with up in my bracket
Then I think about the state of
All the in the classes
All the super seniors mumblin' and
Mumblin and rappin', mumble
I find it hard to actual talent
I find it hard to an actual challenge
I'm like Shabazz Palace's last hit, elaborate
Rap lab's labyrinth, word to Kodak's Lazarus
"Calldrops" on the album

[Verse 3: the Creator]
Ayo, I'm the channel you watch, I'm the ammo in the Glock
Weird nigga, suit with the sandals and the socks, stop
And based on my boy
You would think I hate glass way I'm handling the rocks
Who cast the first Bitch it's me, fuck you thought?
grunge nigga, I ain't got a flannel as the top
And I'm picking up guitar, strum
Bum niggas they could make a garden shed
But sleeping on me man like their arm is dead
I'm a nigga boy and you farmer bred, born
You animal, you are, corn, hahah, yeah!

[Outro: the Creator]
K shiz, up nigga!