Luyện nghe bài hát FUCKERY LEVEL 3000

1]
Dr. Manhattan, atom circa tabaca-ing goer
Circle tobacco blower
I'll you black. Get sewn up
My work is
I got in the back
That are bursting over the sack I hold em in
Cause its was folding over
I know what they told ya
But since I'm going in again, it's like drop and over
Over and over, with no
Get that veteran in embedded in yo
Yokels,
Slow cruise to yo demise, it in the vocals
I got no couth, no lies; I'm dedicated,
Opposite of Bette Davis oculars, for the apocalypse
Strapped with a cape in I get popular, so I can drop it, bitch
The clock ticks. concerned with crotch sticks
I'm concerned with moxie, Take Oxycontin, and your rocks
I'm The Great Gatsby initials, the Casebasket
The last apostle, the baddest damie
The combination of Knight and Pips in one place
And a Robert fan
keep you in a basement
While to a day bed
With the door blocked with a
And at four o'clock let snakes in
And stand in the door a tall boy
Coors light and giggle in your face
Sociopath, a golden flask
And I'll with it gasoline to throw at yo ass
And then fill it up back with some of your pieces
Your liver, your back, face a bit of your penis
Double hands a W
Better do whatever you can to you
Lang came to clubber you
Pain, whatcha do

2]
Fuckery level 3000, in jeans and a blouse
a crimson stain from a beat down
At a business meeting in a tea
Like "nah I'm cool, sit down
Proceed" out
The whole freaking out, text-ing each other under the table
I'm office space calm, I offer palms
Comma face balm for after on my dot I'm basically batshit
You basic bastard I pace it
I crave action, I like I'll save y'all
But then I Ratchet
I'll bash your in the baseboards of a burning building
With the passion of a pastor plates and getting back millions
Dash in a and abandon smashing the tape at the last second
Then beckon to children on the who'd all step in and start blasting
Bach, Sebastian, or Rachmaninoff or Handel
When I'm candle lighting and man handling I'm saying, I'm
Dokken and Sebastian Bach
When I'm murdering turned to decibels
to drown the tears, it's nasty
On the Pulaski bridge, full up with the shotgun, shotgun
Tongue dripping with vodka, on my lap on a map of Alaska
In October, in a black dress and Frank Zappa
The top assassin
The tracking after
And flipping the to diplomats out the whip
With an Richter mask on
Cause I passed on getting a
Cause everybody ain't to die for this
I'll drive on dialysis, I'll drive over dialysis
And keep in mind that I don't even drive; I challenges
Roseannadanna fan, fan of Dan from Roseanne but not a fan of
And I don't care how you find
know what I'm like, fine then
I'll like fine men, smart men, the fuck do you find them
No, seriously, I'm actually you where can find them
I'm into crime and that you cry in
I don't imply it, I vividly you my end
think I'm lying 'til shivering in a lion's den
In an abandoned zoo naked with flies and
Strapped to Kobe steaks
Ya believe me, for Pete's sake
Man, the fuck do I have do to convince you
I'm the Freeway
Kiefer
I when people suffering
It feels like I'm on reefer when they're
I'm
I'm damn problem, and
At best Tsidi's man
I guess could be the one thing I wanna on
I'm glad that we're getting this done
i would have never thought to talk, but who knew
Getting this out could be
We should do this next week
You're you
You look