Luyện nghe bài hát Antisocial

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It's antisocial
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awoke.
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I test kamikaze crashed to thoughtless on my preface.
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the atlas after none. Trudge and nudge my ninety-nine octane brain to one-oh-one.
Run to my mood like quarterize my wound and climb up.
Lovely samaritans up like bar codes for a fraction of my factions.
The hollow of his hand contraptions via
Amplified files collapsed in conquest. My specs up.
More and docile insubordinance your phylum.
For a dotta asylum swarmed coordinates. Rush.
not sleep, must warn others.
I'll tourniquet turbulence then trample on your stutters.
If I displace every vagrant in America with traces of my character the Earth would be a more pitiful habitat.
With infinite acres of auto-cry eight can aid ya. Swung open the to obscure wool-lock trickery. Pure
Has not got tossed back by liquors supporting patience, working for audio duplication.
That's fiending for a purpose.

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Jabberwocky rocking on the hilltop.
I possess two siamese styles that's like at the mic hollering monstrous.
Poly-tech impeded progress, deaf,
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Middle siblings on his lonesome like,
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I calibrate my mics to claim and shit is rockable.
Unlock and a backdoor for the bounce.
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Caught up in scruples from the nature of my program.
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