Luyện nghe bài hát Carl's Job

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

Keep wallets for harlots,
kick a sonnet while the sheets stench of mullet,
On some, "Roses are red, so are your
be a girl 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 herself, I caught her.
the cat for fun
For I'm the
with to kill a cat
some call it sutra/
Gupta type
Finance I'm poor/
Raw,
Like these come with a cure/

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

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