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 that I em in
its folder was folding over
I know what they been ya
But I'm going in again, it's like drop and bend over
Over and over, no lube
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, waiting for the
with a cape in case I get popular, so I can drop it, bitch
The ticks. Y'all concerned with crotch sticks
I'm concerned with moxie, your Oxycontin, and your rocks
I'm The Great initials, the Casebasket epistle
The greatest apostle, the baddest damie
The combination of Gladys Knight and in one place
And a Robert fan
I'll you in a basement
While to a day bed
With the door blocked with a
And at four o'clock I'll let in
And stand in the door a tall boy
Coors light and in your face then
Sociopath, with a flask
And I'll fill with it gasoline to at yo ass
And then fill it up back again with of your pieces
Your liver, your back, your face a bit of penis
Double with a W
Better do you can to cover you
Jean came 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 calm, I offer face palms
Comma face for after on my dot com; I'm basically batshit
You bastard I never pace it
I crave action, I transform like I'll save
But I stay Ratchet
I'll your face in the baseboards of a burning building
With the passion of a pastor passing plates and getting millions
Dash in a race and abandon smashing the tape at the last
Then beckon to children on the sidelines who'd all in and start blasting
Bach, Sebastian, or or Handel playing
I'm candle lighting and man handling I'm saying, I'm classy
Dokken and Bach blaring
When I'm mass murdering 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 dress and blasting Frank Zappa
The consummate top
The consulate tracking
And flipping the birds to diplomats out the
With an Andy Richter on
Cause I passed on getting a
Cause everybody ready to die for this
I'll drive on dialysis, I'll over your dialysis
And keep in mind that I even drive; I like challenges
Roseannadanna fan, fan of Dan Roseanne but not a fan of Prozac
And I don't how you find them
Wanna know I'm like, fine then
I'll like fine men, men, where the fuck do you find them
No, seriously, I'm asking you where can find them
I'm into crime and that you cry in
I imply it, I vividly give you my end
think I'm lying 'til shivering in a lion's den
In an abandoned zoo naked covered with and
Strapped to beef steaks
Ya don't me, for Pete's sake
Man, what the fuck do I have do to you
I'm the Freeway
Sutherland
I love when suffering
It feels like I'm on reefer when blubbering
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
Guess i have never thought to talk, but who knew
Getting this out could be
We should totally do this next
good you
You testy