Luyện nghe bài hát FUCKERY LEVEL 3000

1]
Dr. Manhattan, tatted atom circa tabaca-ing
tobacco ring blower
I'll murk you black. Get up
My is black
I got in the back
That are bursting over the sack that I em in
Cause its folder was folding
I know they been told ya
But since I'm going in again, it's drop and bend over
Over and over, no lube
Get that in embedded in yo stools
Yokels,
Slow to yo demise, know it in the vocals
I got no couth, no I'm dedicated, focused
of Bette Davis oculars, waiting for the apocalypse
Strapped with a cape in case I get popular, so I can it, bitch
The clock ticks. Y'all concerned with sticks
I'm with moxie, Take your Oxycontin, and your rocks
I'm The Great Gatsby initials, the Casebasket
The greatest apostle, the baddest damie
The of Gladys Knight and Pips in one place
And a Robert fan
I'll keep you in a
While to a day bed
With the blocked with a Maytag
And at four I'll let snakes in
And stand in the sipping a tall boy
Coors light and giggle in your face
Sociopath, with a golden
And I'll fill with it gasoline to at yo ass
And then fill it up again with some of your pieces
liver, your back, your face a bit of your penis
Double hands a W
Better do whatever you can to you
Lang came to clubber you
Pain, gonna do

2]
Fuckery level 3000, in jeans and a green
With a crimson stain from a beat
At a meeting in a tea lounge
"nah I'm cool, please sit down
Proceed" out
The whole team freaking out, each other under the table
I'm office calm, I offer face palms
Comma face balm for on my dot com; I'm basically batshit
You basic bastard I pace it
I crave action, I transform like I'll y'all
But then I stay
I'll bash your face in the baseboards of a burning
With the passion of a pastor passing plates and getting back
Dash in a race and abandon smashing the tape at the second
Then to children on the sidelines who'd all step in and start blasting
Bach, Sebastian, or Rachmaninoff or Handel
I'm candle lighting and man handling I'm saying, I'm classy
Dokken and Sebastian blaring
When I'm murdering turned to decibels
to drown the tears, it's nasty
On the Pulaski bridge, trunk up with the shotgun, shotgun
Tongue with vodka, dripping on my lap on a map of Alaska
In October, in a black dress and Frank Zappa
The consummate top
The consulate after
And flipping the birds to out the whip
With an Andy mask on
Cause I passed on a sidekick
Cause everybody ain't to die for this
I'll on dialysis, I'll drive over your dialysis
And keep in mind that I don't even drive; I challenges
Roseannadanna fan, fan of Dan from but not a fan of Prozac
And I don't how you find them
Wanna know what I'm like, then
I'll like fine men, smart men, where the fuck do you find
No, seriously, I'm actually asking you can find them
I'm into and environments that you cry in
I imply it, I vividly give you my end
You'll think I'm 'til shivering in a lion's den
In an abandoned zoo covered with flies and
Strapped to Kobe steaks
Ya don't me, for Pete's sake
Man, what the fuck do I do to convince you
I'm the Freeway
Kiefer
I when people suffering
It feels like I'm on reefer when blubbering
I'm
I'm damn problem, and
At Tsidi's man problems
I guess could be the one I wanna work on
I'm that we're getting this work done
Guess i would have never to talk, but who knew
this out could be cool
We totally do this next week
good you
You look