Luyện nghe bài hát FUCKERY LEVEL 3000

1]
Dr. Manhattan, tatted atom tabaca-ing goer
Circle tobacco ring
murk you black. Get sewn up
My is black
I got in the back
are bursting over the sack that I hold em in
Cause its folder was over
I what they been told ya
But since I'm going in again, it's like drop and over
Over and over, no lube
Get that veteran in embedded in yo
Yokels,
Slow cruise to yo demise, know it in the
I got no couth, no I'm dedicated, focused
Opposite of Bette Davis oculars, for the apocalypse
Strapped a cape in case I get popular, so I can drop it, bitch
The clock ticks. Y'all with crotch sticks
I'm concerned with moxie, Take your Oxycontin, and your
I'm The Great Gatsby initials, the epistle
The last greatest apostle, the damie
The combination of Gladys Knight and Pips in one
And a Blake fan
I'll you in a basement
chained to a day bed
With the blocked with a Maytag
And at four o'clock let snakes in
And stand in the door a tall boy
Coors and giggle in your face then
Sociopath, with a flask
And fill with it gasoline to throw at yo ass
And then fill it up back again with some of pieces
Your liver, your back, face a bit of your penis
hands with a W
Better do whatever you can to you
Jean Lang came to you
Pain, whatcha do

2]
Fuckery level 3000, in jeans and a blouse
a crimson stain from a beat down
At a business in a tea lounge
Like "nah I'm cool, sit down
Proceed" out
The whole team freaking out, text-ing each other the table
I'm office space calm, I face palms
Comma face balm for after on my dot com; I'm basically
You bastard I never pace it
I crave action, I transform like I'll save
But then I stay
I'll bash your face in the baseboards of a building
With the passion of a pastor passing plates and getting back
Dash in a race and abandon smashing the tape at the last
beckon to children on the sidelines who'd all step in and start blasting
Bach, Sebastian, or or Handel playing
When I'm candle and man handling I'm saying, I'm classy
Dokken and Sebastian Bach
I'm mass murdering turned to decibels
Certain to drown the tears, it's
On the bridge, trunk full up with the shotgun, shotgun
dripping with vodka, dripping on my lap on a map of Alaska
In October, in a black dress and blasting Frank
The consummate top
The tracking after
And flipping the birds to out the whip
With an Richter mask on
Cause I passed on getting a
Cause everybody ready to die for this
drive on dialysis, I'll drive over your dialysis
And keep in mind that I don't even drive; I like
Roseannadanna fan, fan of Dan from Roseanne but not a fan of
And I don't care how you find
Wanna know what I'm like, then
I'll like fine men, smart men, where the fuck do you them
No, seriously, I'm actually asking you where can find
I'm into crime and environments you cry in
I don't imply it, I give you my end
You'll think I'm lying 'til in a lion's den
In an abandoned zoo naked with flies and
to Kobe beef steaks
Ya don't me, for Pete's sake
Man, what the do I have do to convince you
I'm the Freeway
Sutherland
I love when people
It feels like I'm on reefer they're blubbering
I'm
I'm FCC's problem, and
At Tsidi's man problems
I guess be the one thing I wanna work on
I'm glad that getting this work done
Guess i would never thought to talk, but who knew
Getting this out could be
We totally do this next week
good you
You look