Luyện nghe bài hát FUCKERY LEVEL 3000

1]
Dr. Manhattan, tatted atom tabaca-ing goer
Circle tobacco ring
I'll murk you black. Get up
My is black
I got in the back
That are bursting over the sack I hold em in
its folder was folding over
I what they been told ya
But since I'm in again, it's like drop and bend over
Over and over, 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
Opposite of Bette Davis oculars, waiting for the
Strapped with a cape in I get popular, so I can drop it, bitch
The clock ticks. Y'all concerned with crotch
I'm concerned with moxie, your Oxycontin, and your rocks
I'm The Gatsby initials, the Casebasket epistle
The last greatest apostle, the baddest
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 blocked with a Maytag
And at four I'll let snakes in
And stand in the sipping a tall boy
light and giggle in your face then
Sociopath, a golden flask
And I'll fill with it gasoline to at yo ass
And then fill it up back with some of your pieces
Your liver, your back, your a bit of your penis
Double with a W
Better do whatever you can to you
Lang came to clubber you
Pain, whatcha do

2]
Fuckery 3000, in jeans and a green blouse
With a crimson stain a beat down
At a meeting 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 offer face
Comma face for after on my dot com; 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 your face in the baseboards of a burning building
With the passion of a passing plates and getting back millions
Dash in a race and abandon the tape at the last second
Then beckon to children on the sidelines who'd all step in and blasting
Bach, Sebastian, or Rachmaninoff or Handel
When I'm candle and man handling I'm saying, I'm classy
Dokken and Sebastian blaring
When I'm mass murdering to decibels
Certain to drown the tears, it's
On the Pulaski bridge, trunk up with the shotgun, shotgun
Tongue dripping vodka, dripping on my lap on a map of Alaska
In October, in a dress and blasting Frank Zappa
The top assassin
The consulate tracking
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 over your dialysis
And keep in that I don't even drive; I like challenges
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 you where can find them
I'm into crime and that you cry in
I don't imply it, I vividly you my end
You'll I'm lying 'til shivering in a lion's den
In an abandoned zoo naked covered flies and
to Kobe beef steaks
Ya don't believe me, for sake
Man, what the fuck do I do to convince you
I'm the villain
Sutherland
I when people suffering
It feels like I'm on reefer they're blubbering
I'm
I'm damn problem, and
At Tsidi's man problems
I could be the one thing I wanna work on
I'm that we're getting this work done
Guess i would have never thought to talk, but who
Getting this out be cool
We should do this next week
good you
You look