Luyện nghe bài hát Sasquatch

After filling my of whore beaters
Soared to Taco Bell and I ordered some (Mmm, that's good!)
Wanted four more, 'em, didn't eat 'em
head to Thebe's house for some gymnastics
Fantastic, I backflip on this B
Cause we running like the Dingleberry's on four cheetahs
Flow than Papa Joe's or Domino's (Fuck it, whatever, um)
Trashwang scratched inside the
Got some One tickets, I should hit that up
Drive by with puppy signs on the truck
Then see how of they fans could fit inside the trunk
Move the microwave and the cannabis
Try to take the van and the whole to Canada
the block news and the venues, they can't handle us
They stand us including fruits that Frank's channeling
The Ku Klux see me and my managers
But thank me when they ask where the Panels is (fuck)
Man, I suck now, I still dope (nope)
But Chris and Rihanna's fuckin' again so there's hope
Oh fuck, I there, balling bitch, I'm Ben's hair
Y'all barely breaking like Taco's in a thin chair
Old Navy bitches love this gap, yeah this rare
a nigga smile like five-year-old child
I'm kicking it Nak and the nigga from Green Mile, it's
Red Bull in cup so a nigga may seem wild but
That's just all the sherm I was burning a while ago
Don't let me get hold of that
Shout my nigga Sage and Sean Pablo
Surrounded by them niggas that skate a sick style
And some freckled bitches with peaches that's vile
never did catch that rhino

Squadron full of some souls
Sergeant of all, it's and Nak just nollied a pothole
with his momma's wishes for college
And coppers labeled a since paying for Damianos
So shimmy through the swamp, nigga, follow me the foxholes
Moral Orenthal with a bitch in a Bronco
right off the seven and stumbled into some Vatos
Threw a punch, got jumped, off and then walked home
Shit, it's like 6 p.m. and his temple
Hand in the cabinet by seven, the prescription oxies
Logo in the boxes, all my hostile
Cautious of your crosses, scoffing at your
Bitches augmented stupid as the is
Only slightly, write precise to get a pussy nigga two
Man these stitches shut the loose lips, stumbled in a Chris
Slid into a booth and hid the luggage his shroom trips
See, Lionel ball with Leonardo on the now
And Maui on a scenic route, we on the season now
fry got 'em seasons salty, weeded, coughing
Ease up off me, end is easy as bulimics barfing
From a different breed of doggy, from a seed and cloth
And teeing off, believe it's Golf Wang,