Luyện nghe bài hát Session

[Verse 1:
I'm Tyler, Mr. Green Hat, pro-abortion rap
Fuck blog opinion and your feedback
My self-respect I leave that, in the and found
Where the black girls get their back
Awesome I achieve mini, blasting "You're a jerk"
In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking
Bouncing round the house to find an easy way to rape Minnie
Bet you thirty dollars you find her Cartman found Kenny, dead
I my girls smart, skinny
Kinda pop tart, when I bite them red
I'm a self-racist, you should tape this, ask Sarah, I'm the
I'm a fascist, fashion, Gucci belts is for them faggots
My hat is by Jabbia and if you got a fucking
With the future, you can get a death just like Atiba
the biz apparent, Odd Future errant
I'm watching the Berrics getting head from parent
Blind hate inside my heart, guaranteed
I'm sharing in the force with the cyclops staring
I'm flying on a beaver, a disbeliever
So don't ask for no mothafucking ride you see us
Swim right past you, the shit-list said that I'm nutty a cashew
Cause I jack off with dish soap and gas fumes
Permanent damage similar to tattoos
The shit, you can mention me if ask you
Kill the jungle let the cats
You didn't see me if someone ask you

2: Hodgy Beats]
I want to feel her in way
Mary Jane keeps me high every day
Bong, vaporizer, in the now
Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, I'm
Buy a swisher for a dollar or two blunt
Roll it up and ensure everything's fat
She got time to try and relieve ya
But she'll get all in your head,

[Verse 3: BranDun
I'm good but y'all don't want me like
I'm all in front of you zeroes decimals
Let's take high like the decibels
So we get them high, get them high like
In a overweight mother-lover, my tracks is filled blubber
That's fat, who another producer?
from Odd Future, used to ride solo
Cause I ain't really care what the say
of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape
Best stay when the door closed, I show up with four hoes
Best believe I'm with more of those
And I got a girlfriend so I'm a lying until the verse end, FIN
Deshay, Hodgy Beats, Ace the Creator
Odd Future, O.F. until, until from now forever

[Alt. Verse 3: G]
We grind, these niggas for some promo
We sit back, observe, stacking box logos
Square jerks starting O.F. moshpit
to the poets, I'm an O.F. prophet
No profit, themed when we drop shit
Convertible coupe, scream when they tops split
that crack, give you something to sell
Put these on lock down, something like jail
Thought she hot I swear, probably rougher hell
And she ain't gay, but the thing she like is fucking Chanel
Light women, all sex everything
Think we can fit ten in, packed with everything
Everything that we call flight, living
This is everything that we call
I'm that they call nice
She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights,
Intimidated by niggas you be
I'm a G, and is something you can't see
Top ranked, one my son
And she for them trees, baby we got some
And stay focused on the women and you get done
It's ironic cause I hear you talking about one
Them other niggas smoke, ain't this high
How high? Nigga, higher the kites they fly