Luyện nghe bài hát Dorks

Question: If I died in my apartment like a rat in a
Would the neighbors smell the before the cat ate my face?
I used to floss the like Daddy Kane with the chain
I'm tryin' to jettison the ballast with the hazardous
The kid is numb, routine a tedious crutch
in a self imposed Stockholm and Lima influx
Maybe an occupation popular demons and ducks
Made any mingling akin to bein' and stuffed
It's a theatre of jumpin' jellyfish, jealous little
Miserable and flimsy the skivvys to the pissy pants
one seperately convinced
They're sketching Da Vinci's hands
Delusion a communication of prison camp
You fuckin' dorks ain't a threat to the
There a lesson we can learn from the ostensibly lost
I think funny when defendants from identical haunts
Step out the tempest to measure Of the spectrum involves
Maybe no one cares, over here, I'll be over there

Don't need no help, all by

I used to around with rappers at the root of the scene
It a lot to feel the fugitive community 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 songs are echolocation up in fog
That's why it's odd to see a of imperfections and flaws
Ascend a to patronize the rest of the cogs
And a mess of fantasy, posturing and pageantry
I even mad, I'm impressed, shit it's baffling
God chop an ivory tower to piano keys
your own dirge on the way to surfin' maggot beach
You fuckin' ain't a source of the art
You can't be cooler than the corners Where you source all your parts The poker face, all it takes a couple remarks
We let the manticore out, We make the sorcery
Life is so unfair, party over here, I'll be over

need no help, all by myself

I the rattling of sabres like a show to expose
Insecurities exploding in emotional
With braggadocio to go from mostly jokey to
a homie til his probity is notably ghost
Before the was a job he was a manager,
Hell You would wobble round your momma like an infant
The disillusionment has truly been a pill
That you was anything is a difficult sell
In a whistle-and-bellorama, mollies to dress up like piranha
It's not compelling melodrama
It's a comedy, somebody wanna you as a saga
I'm voluntarily persona non grata
You fuckin' dorks ain't the we need
This ain't the medium for out to weasel and breed
I'm off in coffee with the paupers over tea the queen
make 'em show the regency what disobedient means
Heavy to bear, party over here, I'll be over there

need no help, all by myself