Luyện nghe bài hát Sandwitches

Nigga had the nerve to call me immature
you think I made Odd Future for?
To fucking suits and make good decisions?
Fuck nigga, Wolf Gang

Who the fuck invited Mr. I Give a Fuck
Who cries about his and a blog because his music sucks? (I did!)
Well, you up, and truthfully I had enough
And fuck papers, I'm a rebel, bitch, I'm ashing blunts (Sorry)
Full of shit, like I ate John
Come on kids, fuck that and hit that bong
buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom
With nice homes, forty one K's, and ass lawns
Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no
Like Ellen Degeneres clitoris is playing dick
I'm as shit, 'cause I ain't got no home meal to come to
So, if you do, I'm fingers out screaming "fuck you"
I got ten of these
Not Dom, but if I was a Dahm, I be Jeffery
hat the color of a leprechaun with leprosy
I'm fucking 'bout it, it, like I'm Master P in ninety six
It's immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks
Surprised she hasn't taked the dick inside her alley you
The Golf Wang hooligans, is fucking up the again
And showing you and yours that breaking rules is cool again
I'm going harder a midget jumping over me
Chronic youth, I'm shoving blunt wraps in bitches
Punches to the stomach where that kid supposed to be
Fuck a mask, I want that ho to know me, ugh

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

My love is gone for you mommy, you could in hearses
I'm sick in the brain bitch, can you nurse this?
You told me life never, ever, ever get this perfect
Then you smoke a J of weed, and take his kids to the
Uh, fuck church, they singing and the shit even worth it
In the choir, whores and liars, and the dirt, bitch
You me God was the answer
I ask him for shit, I get no answer, so God is the cancer
I'm in triangles, looking for my angel
Kill me with a chainsaw, and let my dangle
Triple six is my number, you can get it off my

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

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

And we don't fucking make horror-core, you fucking
Listen than the music before you put it in a box