Luyện nghe bài hát Sandwiches

[Intro:
Nigga had the fuckin' nerve to call me
Fuck you I made Odd Future for?
To wearin' fuckin' suits and make good
that nigga, Wolf Gang

[Verse 1:
Who the fuck invited Mr. I Give a Fuck
Who cries about his daddy in a blog because his music (I did!)
Well, you fuckin' up, and truthfully I had
And fuck Rolling Papers, I'm a rebel, bitch, I'm blunts (Sorry)
Full of shit, like I ate that
Come on kids, fuck that and hit that bong
buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom
With nice homes, 401k's, and nice ass
Those privileged fucks gotta learn we ain't takin' no shit
Like Ellen Degeneres clitoris is with dick
I'm jealous as shit, cause I ain't got no home meal to to
So, if you do I'm throwin' fingers out "fuck you"
I got ten of these
Not Dom, but if I was a Dahm, I would be
hat the color of a leprechaun with leprosy
I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, like I'm Master P in '96
It's fuckin' immaculate, they way your smackin' dicks
she hasn't taked the nasty dick inside her alley you
The Golf Wang hooligans, is fuckin' up the again
And showin' you and yours breakin' rules is fuckin' cool again
I'm goin' harder a midget jumpin' over me
Chronic youth, I'm blunt wraps in bitches ovaries
to the stomach where that bastard kid supposed to be
Fuck a mask, I that ho to know it's me, ugh

Wolf Gang, Wolf
the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
It's the Wolf Gang, it's the Gang
It's the Wolf Gang, Wang
the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
Wolf Gang, triple six
It's the Gang, Golf Wang
Wolf kill them

2: Hodgy]
My love is gone for you mommy, you ride in hearses
I'm sick in the brain bitch, can you nurse this?
You told me life would never, ever, ever get this
Then you smoke a J of weed, and take his to the churches
Uh, fuck church, they and the shit ain't even worth it
In the choir, and liars, scumbags and the dirt, bitch
You told me God was the
I ask him for shit, I get no answer, so God is the cancer
I'm stuck in triangles, for my angel
Kill me with a chainsaw, and let my dangle
six is my number, you can get it off my Tumblr

[Verse 3:
It was hilarious, well it fuckin' funny now
I'll push this pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground
I step through the stomach, the baby with some fuckin' pounds
"My daddy shoot bricks, the nigga also shoot rounds"
if I shoot blanks, oops, thanks
I'm right back in it dead yummy and her stank, uhh

Free Earl, that's the shit
And if you disagree, suck a pimple-covered dicks
Um, Wolf Gang, the fuckin' clique
Wang kill them all nigga, triple six
Fuck 2DopeBoyz, all them bitches
We don't y'all, The Fader's who we really fuckin' with, bitch

[Outro:
And we don't fuckin' make horrorcore, you idiots
Listen than the music before you put it in a box,