Luyện nghe bài hát Carl's Job

(bass)
A schlong for the chore
In search of
Do a
Brothel

Keep wallets for harlots,
kick a deep sonnet the sheets 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 have her
At least not go blab it out some sorta anchor//
(bass)
your daughter,
she threw herself, I her.
the cat for fun
For I'm the
with ways to a cat
call it karma sutra/
Gupta type
Finance wise I'm
Raw,
these things come with a cure/

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

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