Luyện nghe bài hát Session

[Verse 1:
I'm Tyler, Mr. Green Hat, anti-clean rap
Fuck your blog opinion and your
My I leave that, in the lost and found
Where the girls get their weaves back
Awesome I achieve mini, blasting "You're a jerk"
In some fucking yellow looking like a fucking faggot
Bouncing round the house trying to find an way to rape Minnie
Bet you thirty dollars you find her like found Kenny, dead
I my girls smart, skinny
Kinda pop tart, when I bite them red
I'm a self-racist, you should this, ask Sarah, I'm the rapist
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 wish just like
Fuck the biz apparent, Odd Future
I'm watching the Berrics head from someone's parent
Blind fucking inside my heart, guaranteed
That I'm sharing in the force with the staring
I'm flying on a beaver, you're a
So don't ask for no ride when you see us
Swim right past you, the said that I'm nutty such a cashew
I jack off with dish soap and smell gas fumes
Permanent brain damage similar to
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 want to her in every way
Mary Jane keeps me high every day
Bong, vaporizer, in the now
in my high, afraid of heights, I'm trapped
Buy a swisher for a or two blunt wraps
Roll it up and ensure everything's fat
She ain't got 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 like decimals
take them high like the decibels
So we get them high, get high like cholesterol
In a overweight mother-lover, my tracks is with blubber
That's fat, who needs producer?
Chica-Go-Getter from Odd Future, to ride solo
Cause I ain't care what the rest say
Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex
Best stay away when the door closed, I up with four hoes
Best believe I'm leaving with more of
And I got a girlfriend so I'm a keep lying the verse end, FIN
Brandun Deshay, Beats, Ace the Creator
Odd Future, O.F. until, until now until forever

[Alt. Verse 3: G]
We grind, these asking for some promo
We sit back, observe, stacking hella box
Square circle jerks starting O.F.
to the poets, I'm an O.F. prophet
No less profit, themed when we shit
Convertible coupe, scream when they tops split
It's that crack, 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 skinned women, all sex
we can fit ten in, bowls 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 you can't be
I'm a G, and this is something you see
Top ranked, one my son
And she looking for them trees, baby we got
And stay focused on the women and you get less
It's cause I always hear you talking about one
Them other smoke, they ain't this high
How high? Nigga, higher than the they fly