Luyện nghe bài hát Session

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

[Verse 2: Hodgy
I to feel her in every way
Mary 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 wraps
Roll it up and that everything's fat
She got time to try and relieve ya
But get all in your head, Sativa

3: BranDun Deshay]
I'm good but y'all want me like vegetables
I'm all in front of you zeroes like
Let's take them high the decibels
So we get them high, get them high like
In a overweight mother-lover, my tracks is with blubber
That's fat, who needs producer?
from Odd Future, used to ride solo
Cause I ain't really care the rest say
Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex
Best stay away when the door closed, I show up four hoes
Best believe I'm leaving more of those
And I got a girlfriend so I'm a keep 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 asking for promo
We sit back, observe, hella box logos
circle jerks starting O.F. moshpit
Preaching to the poets, I'm an O.F.
No less profit, when we drop shit
Convertible coupe, scream when they tops split
It's that crack, give you 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 only she like is fucking Chanel
Light skinned women, all sex
Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with
Everything that we flight, living life
is everything that we call hype
I'm everything that they call
She in colors and shit, she off that lights, right
by niggas you can't be
I'm a G, and this is something you see
Top ranked, one my son
And she for them trees, baby we got some
And stay on the women and you get less done
It's ironic cause I hear you talking about one
Them other niggas smoke, they ain't high
How Nigga, higher than the kites they fly