Luyện nghe bài hát Cat Food

At night I wear a wolf's head on my regular
a regular character sketch
Food hoarder, communes the flora
in cahoots with beauty and brute force
I've got a brand new normal at a thirty in New York,
Years at the pulling portions out of corn husks
Never mind time on the bus
Terrifying errant knights any motherfucking fork tongued-sport
Agita the hind molars, though his body less a weapon more a bag of lipomas
Over medium, treat like scratch-offs
Rap like black-ops, like lap dogs
He got the rad moves, alpha rat-proof (wait)
Twenty-sided die at the (wait)
Looking for a black to casually collapse through
Try nine by the cat food
it is
Ooh wee, do we roast in a bilge, the skinny from afar is darigold in them hills
Time better let a couple truths decay, if somebody to rue the day
Check, check,
Catch 'em on the
(I joking)
No maps, no point
(Nah, I joking)
I put a pebble on a
(I joking)
bath tub meth
I'm
we go
The whip got a tongue and
Too tough, two blood-shot eyes with a bleep
When any putrefying wants your lungs in reach
I field a vessel going to the fuck y'all think
And when your fails I'm on an undisclosed island
Stroking animals, open up rocket science
a jewellers loupe over a stolen sock 'o diamonds
Palm-made products a portrait of triumph, try us
Back at the ram post-haste
Cro-mags, wait till this Saturday grow legs
All you hear is intimate and code
Ricochet around the geometry of a closed
part of his new day-o
Face of evil, heart of Camu Tao
people find the daylight to be oddly alluring
I was in the dark, dodging and
Maybe cause I look like an doll
(I joking)
Pack a wallop in the
(Nah, I joking)
Leave brass everywhere
(I joking)
I own many homes
I'm
we go
All hog to we costume
Black hoodie you can set watch to
Tall drink, depths an air raid
Radically detach with purveyors of the
Down with the ship go a dozen wild links
Upperway, upper-case style kings
Get pie-faced, sent tied to the sinewaves
Lights off, spine on
Riding down the block, scooping in a boogie-down
Tome me tell 'em "Hello, 7: 30 noodle-town"
Cool 'em down, global domination over bake
Situation commanding a broke cosplay
You don't want a on an off-day trading horror stories from the hollows
The summary is as
"These hate and this thinks that's absurd"
Yip yap, y'all and birds
Meow meow meow meow
(I joking)
Talking on the radio
(Nah, I joking)
Uh, never play me
(I joking)
I found Jimmy body
I'm
we go