Luyện nghe bài hát FUCKERY LEVEL 3000

1]
Dr. Manhattan, tatted atom tabaca-ing goer
Circle tobacco ring
I'll you black. Get sewn up
My is black
I got diplomas in the
That are bursting over the sack I hold em in
Cause its folder was over
I know what they told ya
But since I'm going in again, it's like drop and over
and over, with no lube
Get that veteran in embedded in yo
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 crotch sticks
I'm concerned with moxie, Take your Oxycontin, and your
I'm The Gatsby initials, the Casebasket epistle
The greatest apostle, the baddest damie
The combination of Gladys Knight and Pips in one
And a Blake fan
I'll keep you in a
chained to a day bed
With the door blocked a Maytag
And at o'clock I'll let snakes in
And stand in the door a tall boy
Coors light and giggle in your face
Sociopath, a golden flask
And fill with it gasoline to throw at yo ass
And then fill it up again with some of your pieces
Your liver, your back, your face a bit of your
Double with a W
Better do whatever you can to you
Jean Lang to clubber you
Pain, gonna do

2]
Fuckery level 3000, in jeans and a blouse
With a crimson stain a beat down
At a business in a tea lounge
Like "nah I'm cool, please sit
Proceed" out
The whole team out, text-ing each other under the table
I'm office space calm, I face palms
Comma face balm for after on my dot com; I'm batshit
You bastard I never pace it
I crave action, I transform I'll save y'all
But then I Ratchet
I'll bash your face in the of a burning building
the passion of a pastor passing plates and getting back millions
Dash in a and abandon smashing the tape at the last second
Then beckon to children on the sidelines who'd all step in and start
Bach, Sebastian, or Rachmaninoff or playing
When I'm candle lighting and man I'm saying, I'm classy
Dokken and Sebastian blaring
I'm mass murdering turned to decibels
Certain to the tears, it's nasty
On the Pulaski bridge, trunk full up with the shotgun,
Tongue dripping with vodka, dripping on my lap on a map of
In October, in a black dress and blasting Frank
The top assassin
The consulate after
And flipping the birds to out the whip
With an Andy mask on
Cause I passed on getting a
Cause ain't ready to die for this
I'll drive on dialysis, drive over your dialysis
And keep in mind that I don't even drive; I challenges
fan, fan of Dan from Roseanne but not a fan of Prozac
And I care how you find them
Wanna know I'm like, fine then
like fine men, smart men, where the fuck do you find them
No, seriously, I'm asking you where can find them
I'm crime and environments that you cry in
I don't it, I vividly give 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 don't believe me, for Pete's
Man, the fuck do I have do to convince you
I'm the Freeway
Sutherland
I love when suffering
It feels like I'm on reefer when they're
I'm
I'm damn problem, and
At best man problems
I could be the one thing I wanna work on
I'm glad that we're getting this done
i would have never thought to talk, but who knew
Getting this out be cool
We should totally do next week
You're you
You testy