Luyện nghe bài hát Cat Food

At night I wear a wolf's head on my regular
Considering a character sketch
Food hoarder, with the flora
Computes in cahoots with and brute force
got a brand new normal at a thirty in New York, plus
Years at the fire portions out of corn husks
Never mind time on the bus
Terrifying knights thwarting any motherfucking fork tongued-sport
Agita flashing the molars, though his body less a weapon more a bag of lipomas
Over medium, skin-tags like scratch-offs
Rap like black-ops, rappers like lap
He got the rad moves, catty alpha (wait)
Twenty-sided die at the (wait)
Looking for a hole to casually collapse through
Try isle 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 truths decay, if somebody going to rue the day
Check, check,
'em on the lamb
(I joking)
No maps, no muster
(Nah, I joking)
I put a pebble on a
(I joking)
Makin tub meth
I'm
we go
The got a tongue and teeth
Too tough, two blood-shot eyes with a bleep
When any putrefying wants your lungs in reach
I field a vessel going zero to the fuck think
And when your fails I'm on an undisclosed island
Stroking exotic animals, up rocket science
Leaning a jewellers loupe 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 plant legs
All you hear is intimate and code
Ricochet around the geometry of a closed
part of his new day-o
Face of divine evil, heart of Tao
people find the daylight to be oddly alluring
I was in the dark, and burning
Maybe cause I like an ugly doll
(I joking)
Pack a wallop in the
(Nah, I joking)
brass tacks everywhere
(I joking)
I own many homes
I'm
we go
All hog to we know
hoodie you can set your watch to
Tall drink, like an air raid
Radically detach purveyors of the hair-brain
Down with the go a dozen fried wild links
Upperway, upper-case tri-state kings
Get pie-faced, sent tied to the sinewaves
off, spine on sideways
Riding down the block, scooping Bobby in a
Tome me tell 'em "Hello, 7: 30 noodle-town"
'em down, global domination over sold bake
Situation a broke dude cosplay
You don't want a meeting on an off-day horror stories from the hollows
The is as follows:
"These hate those and this thinks absurd"
Yip yap, cats and birds
meow meow meow meow
(I joking)
Talking rubes on the
(Nah, I joking)
Uh, suckers never me
(I joking)
I Jimmy Hoffa's body
I'm
we go