Luyện nghe bài hát Carl's Job

(bass)
A schlong strong for the
In of whore
Do a
Brothel

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

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

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