Luyện nghe bài hát Dorks

Question: If I died in my apartment a rat in a cage
Would the neighbors smell the corpse before the cat ate my
I used to floss the like Daddy Kane with the chain
I'm tryin' to jettison the ballast with the hazardous
The kid is comfortably numb, routine a crutch
Deep in a self imposed Stockholm and Lima
an occupation popular with demons and ducks
Made any mingling to bein' seasoned and stuffed
It's a of jumpin' jellyfish, jealous little sycophants
Miserable and flimsy the skivvys to the pissy pants
one seperately convinced
They're with Da Vinci's hands
turn a communication of prison camp
You fuckin' dorks a threat to the cause
There a lesson we can learn from the ostensibly lost
I think it's funny when defendants from identical
Step out the to measure Of what the spectrum involves
Maybe no one cares, party over here, I'll be there

need no help, all by myself

I used to hang around rappers at the root of the scene
It meant a lot to feel the fugitive breathe
Maybe to sentimentalize is to be naive
I know some shit about your heroes that you believe
I think we're all a bunch of weirdos on a to belong
The are echolocation up in impregnable fog
That's why it's odd to see a pile of imperfections and
Ascend a to patronize the rest of the cogs
And a mess of obnoxious fantasy, and pageantry
I ain't even mad, I'm impressed, shit baffling
God almighty chop an tower to piano keys
your own dirge on the way to surfin' maggot beach
You dorks ain't a source of the art
You can't be cooler than the corners Where you all your parts The poker face, all it takes a couple sordid remarks
We let the manticore out, We the sorcery bark
Life is so unfair, party over here, I'll be there

Don't need no help, all by

I view the rattling of sabres like a show to
exploding in emotional code
With braggadocio to go from jokey to gross
Corrode a homie til his is notably ghost
the hobby was a job he was a manager,
Hell You would wobble round momma like an infant gazelle
The disillusionment has truly a difficult pill
you was anything menacing is a difficult sell
In a whistle-and-bellorama, black to dress up like piranha
It's not even compelling
It's a comedy, wanna shop you as a saga
I'm very persona non grata
You fuckin' dorks ain't the we need
ain't the medium for divas out to weasel and breed
I'm off in coffee with the paupers over tea with the
Don't 'em show the regency what disobedient means
Heavy load to bear, party over here, I'll be over

Don't need no help, all by