Luyện nghe bài hát FUCKERY LEVEL 3000

1]
Dr. Manhattan, atom circa tabaca-ing goer
Circle tobacco ring
I'll murk you black. Get up
My work is
I got diplomas in the
That are bursting over the that 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 bend
Over and over, with no
Get that veteran in embedded in yo
Yokels,
cruise to yo demise, know it in the vocals
I got no couth, no lies; I'm dedicated,
Opposite of Bette Davis oculars, for the apocalypse
with a cape in case I get popular, so I can drop it, bitch
The clock ticks. concerned with crotch sticks
I'm concerned with moxie, Take Oxycontin, and your rocks
I'm The Great initials, the Casebasket epistle
The greatest apostle, the baddest damie
The of Gladys Knight and Pips in one place
And a Robert fan
keep you in a basement
While to a day bed
With the door blocked a Maytag
And at four o'clock I'll let in
And stand in the sipping a tall boy
light and giggle in your face then
Sociopath, with a golden
And I'll fill with it gasoline to at yo ass
And then fill it up back again with some of pieces
Your liver, your back, your a bit of your penis
Double with a W
Better do you can to cover you
Jean came to clubber you
Pain, gonna 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, please sit
Proceed" out
The team freaking out, text-ing each other under the table
I'm office space calm, I offer palms
Comma balm for after on my dot com; I'm basically batshit
You basic 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 back millions
Dash in a race and smashing the tape at the last second
Then beckon to children on the sidelines who'd all in and start blasting
Bach, Sebastian, or Rachmaninoff or Handel
When I'm candle lighting and man handling I'm saying, I'm
Dokken and Sebastian Bach
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 vodka, dripping on my lap on a map of Alaska
In October, in a dress and blasting Frank Zappa
The top assassin
The consulate after
And flipping the to diplomats out the whip
With an Andy Richter on
I passed on getting a sidekick
Cause everybody ready to die for this
drive on dialysis, I'll drive over your dialysis
And keep in mind that I don't drive; I like challenges
fan, fan of Dan from Roseanne but not a fan of Prozac
And I don't how you find them
Wanna know what I'm like, fine
I'll like fine men, smart men, the fuck do you find them
No, seriously, I'm asking you where can find them
I'm into crime and environments you cry in
I don't it, I vividly give you my end
You'll think I'm 'til shivering in a lion's den
In an abandoned zoo naked covered flies 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 villain
Sutherland
I love when people
It feels like I'm on reefer they're blubbering
I'm
I'm FCC's problem, and
At best man problems
I guess 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
this out could be cool
We totally do this next week
good you
You testy