Luyện nghe bài hát Session

[Verse 1:
I'm Tyler, Mr. Green Hat, pro-abortion rap
Fuck your blog opinion and feedback
My self-respect I leave that, in the lost and
Where the black girls get their weaves
Awesome I achieve that mini, "You're a jerk"
In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a faggot
Bouncing the house trying to find an easy way to rape Minnie
Bet you thirty dollars you find her Cartman found Kenny, dead
I like my smart, skinny
Kinda pop tart, when I bite into red
I'm a self-racist, you should tape this, ask Sarah, I'm the
I'm a fascist, fuck fashion, belts is for them faggots
My hat is by and if you got a fucking problem
With the future, you can get a death wish just Atiba
Fuck the biz apparent, Odd Future
I'm watching the Berrics getting head from someone's
Blind fucking hate inside my heart,
That I'm in the force with the cyclops staring
I'm flying on a beaver, you're a
So ask for no mothafucking ride when you see us
Swim right past you, the said that I'm nutty such a cashew
Cause I jack off with dish and smell 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

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

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

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