Luyện nghe bài hát Potato Salad

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

1: Tyler the Creator]
Niggas give me the shoulder, I can speak for myself
So I keep a waist and alligator the belt
And got a belt with the holster, I ain't playing
But got some lil' niggas who would do it so I the controller
You get pressed and X out, tri-angle nose
Pause your if you squares try to mess with my O's, whoa
So cut the crap like shit
we really with the beef like closeted gay fathers
Nigga we get dollars, give 'em to Ben
Exchange for them chains all shiny with thick water
I got back pains, heavy like whipped cream
My whip clean, and they all white, I cream
And cop boys and I joy stick, I whip cream and cop
I got space than big jeans, y'all sleeping on me
why they got shit dreams
I'm alien, got the laser gun with the big
to the money, my bitch green
No I don't sip lean, but ride in rockets like Yao Ming
Y'all niggas
They thought I was goofy and all
Double C my luggage and fill them Comme blouses
cop kush, my nigga I cop houses
And fill em with Leo DiCap's and some Cole Sprouses, nigga
Where we? Rocky,
GOLF, boy, we at? Nigga in Pari'

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

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

[Outro: Tyler the
K shiz, up nigga!