Luyện nghe bài hát Carl's Job

(bass)
A schlong for the chore
In of whore
Do a
tour/

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

Neat,
Neat line pennin' splendid out this pattern,
A who claims he came from Saturn,
Sat on the hitchhiking space ships, at age 6,
An in vain trip, to evade the matrix//
A left hangin' like askin', "where the beat went?"
Imaginary friend me the silent treatment,
the freakazoid void of kind ways to kill time,
Find the cuckoo bird out the clock with a split
Ow my,
I mess I just made/
Before he in,
I best to hide the

Uhm well.
The predicament,
Is to figure the nigga went
intent,
To get at least leased or rent
He was bent,
Knowing that it's not worth a cent
Yet he meant,
To boast a fortune a Jigga rant//
On proposal.
Met a punk
true fan,
Not your man a poser
tattoos,
Dude had a real froze
freak,
Blood was the deal
(bass)