Luyện nghe bài hát Dokken Rules

(Aesop Rock)
I spell 666 star six nine
his telephone a Viking funeral, bye bitch
Treble hook two birds, thrills, free meal
Vacate Jellystone Park your brie wheel

(Rob Sonic)
Now he sell Laker
Half his life was likely to be Nikes on the
Gnawin' on his dog toy, full of deer blood
The only thing that's him was Dokken in his earbuds

(Aesop Rock)
Up around
Found everything he crushed down to a cube
The new chowline, two leads routing medicine and gruel
One is money, the other jettisoning fuel
Identical water-separated
It was
But it wasn't ever approved
In jukebox Fonzie, promptly
Bolts on his neck, one wonky

(Rob Sonic)
16-panel mutton chop and Ambulax
pits to chesty got the ESPY on a camel's back
Handle that Huffy wit' a timely
And get all up in kitchen, money, Guy Fieri

There is a wildly elusive moment of
In the between being told you are shit
I would suggest identifying the closest
And collectivly to meet if the sky opens

x 16

I'd like to to a supervisor

(Rob Sonic)
Back alley brawl over party who want a
Steak tartare but we're hardly pet
Charlie check booth, right
gonna need a bigger boat and a Holy Diver

(Aesop Rock)
Aggravated people driving lemons over
a neck bop stemming and a cartoon physics
Smart move taught never holes in his armor
End up poached foriegner

(Rob Sonic)
down to a toothless tease
Who got an mouth and a hooch machine
eyes that tell the story of the woods that fetter
And a chest that sells the ending when it's pushed

Been the desert on a horse that's nameless
Now I'm through the city in the Porsche naked
Shores by the new marines
That the roof off this mother like Buford T

(Aesop Rock)
Untrained pet with a pen
Chest pain, bet he his own endgame, anyway
around the rhythm of the red rain
Getaway car horn, stand by, frame

(Rob Sonic)
Spare me the dramatics to ratchets, smile (pretty)
Flashlight to the calf of a wild turkey
Package of mild jerky, captain to 30
There's a man with a mask an an app that can Fergie

x 16

I'd like to to a supervisor