Luyện nghe bài hát Cool Band Buzz

They want to hear good freestyling with of Woody Allen
Their own oil rigs
They're just spoiled kids who I must aim to please
And so I'm dipped in a vat
And you know this town is a tourist
Run by entertainment and the bureaucrats
Selling the brain freeze
This year I'm
I'm on the Clear
I'm smiling and reading my of prose
I talk of the common man and of the land
But I'm insincere and make the doze
My was a jar of lit bulbs
I used to viewers carsick at shows
But now I'm the most compromising slut
Oh, it's hard to keep this harlot
I network and do than schmooze
I start licking
Underground rappers smell like garlic
But me, I'm smug and
obscenely to appear at a set event
Companies my likeliness
Money, it heightens my fits
I wrote the great American pop stylized to my respective tiny niche

I wasn't to your shindig
got no plus one and a low slush fund
I never expected to win big
I expected for you to open my press kit

The attendance is subpar when I perform at a club or bar
Why did I to do weird shit
I steered my career off a cliff in a flaming car
So now I'm falling a bottomless pit
But I'm to be optimistic
I microwaveable plates
But the label nothing
My arms are to cotton pick
at the poignant portraits in my doodle sketch
Meaning and art with every brush stroke
But my of revolution are futile threats
I'm so over my crotch is bloodsoaked
I'll African dance and cast a voodoo hex while in dorm spilling all the bong water
And count the stars in the nebula until a goggleplex while you sticks of nag champa
I in the coffee shop
Looking like Basquiat
And kill gaudy pop with laundry smell
Acting all
Leaving oddly distraught
Gentle laughter I'm telling jokes at your dead pool party
I am a necromancer of an exquisite
I'll cry ten in your wet tennis court because I wasn't invited