Luyện nghe bài hát Carl's Job

(bass)
A schlong strong for the
In search of
Do a
tour/

Keep wallets for harlots,
kick a deep sonnet while the sheets of mullet,
On some, "Roses are red, so are boobs
be a girl and kill what I left in your tubes"/
Dude I should thanked her
At not go blab it out like some sorta anchor//
(bass)
your daughter,
she herself, I caught her.
the cat for fun
For I'm the
ways to kill a cat
some call it sutra/
Gupta type
Finance I'm poor/
Raw,
Like these things with a cure/

Neat,
line pennin' splendid out this earth pattern,
A scatterbrain who claims he from Saturn,
Sat on the rooftop hitchhiking ships, at age 6,
An in vain trip, plan to the matrix//
A loner left like askin', "where the beat went?"
friend givin' me the silent treatment,
Avoid the freakazoid void of ways to kill time,
Find the cuckoo bird out the clock with a spine//
Ow my,
I mess I just made/
Before he in,
I to hide the blade//

Uhm well.
The predicament,
Is to where the nigga went
intent,
To get plaak at least or rent
He was bent,
Knowing that not worth a meagre cent
Yet he meant,
To boast a fortune like a Jigga
On proposal.
Met a punk
true fan,
Not your man who's a
tattoos,
Dude had a froze heart
freak,
Blood was the closer//
(bass)