Luyện nghe bài hát Cat Food

At night I wear a head on my regular head
a regular character sketch
Food hoarder, communes with the
Computes in cahoots with beauty and force
I've got a brand new at a thirty in New York, plus
Years at the pulling portions out of corn husks
Never time on the short bus
Terrifying errant thwarting any motherfucking fork tongued-sport
Agita flashing the hind molars, though his body a weapon more a bag of lipomas
Over medium, treat like scratch-offs
Rap like black-ops, rappers like lap
He got the rad moves, alpha rat-proof (wait)
Twenty-sided die at the (wait)
Looking for a black hole to collapse through
Try isle by the cat food
it is
Ooh wee, do we roast in a bilge, when the skinny from afar is darigold in them
Time better let a couple 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 on a tomb
(I joking)
bath tub meth
I'm
we go
The whip got a and teeth
Too tough, two blood-shot eyes with a Tungston
When any putrefying wants your lungs in reach
I field a vessel going to the fuck y'all think
And your function fails I'm on an undisclosed island
Stroking animals, open up rocket science
Leaning a jewellers loupe over a sock 'o diamonds
Palm-made a portrait of modern triumph, try us
Back at the ram post-haste
Cro-mags, wait this Saturday plant grow legs
All you hear is intimate and code
Ricochet the geometry of a closed space
Unfrozen part of his new
of divine evil, heart of Camu Tao
Some people find the to be oddly alluring
I was in the dark, and burning
Maybe cause I look an ugly 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 your to
drink, depths like an air raid
Radically detach with of the hair-brain
Down with the go a dozen fried wild links
Upperway, tri-state style kings
Get pie-faced, sent home to the sinewaves
Lights off, on sideways
Riding the block, scooping Bobby in a boogie-down
Tome told me 'em "Hello, 7: 30 noodle-town"
Cool 'em down, global over sold bake
Situation commanding a dude 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)
rubes on the radio
(Nah, I joking)
Uh, suckers play me
(I joking)
I found Jimmy body
I'm
we go