Luyện nghe bài hát Hang Ten

I've having hallucinations

[Hook
I got style, I the routine
Y'all punks popping junk can't my team

1 - Rob Sonic:]
Down in the meadow with the hound-dog
With a sidecar and 800 pound conch
Cradling a growling shift towards
The in his paw and his call ignored
Falling on his sword so that calling all
To the suit riot get your giants on guard
With a roof boost gesture dive bombs
Eye of the fly his Monty Pythons
Circusing his Burger King seed bun
Fred berry with the weatherby re-runs
Rent-a-ski beach bum the broken Oakleys
When he Hang Ten men for the only
Rowboat to the Roanoke docks
And trade a musket for a bucket full of hobo
And a rose watch, and a rototom
And a selfie with a selkie as a photobomb
He it how he get it and he got it bad
A flare gun tucked in his locker
For the hell of it and of Mrs. White
In the kitchen with the clicker, right?
No clue, no news,
Boat shoes, gold tooth, packs
In fancy pants and a stussy hat
Just because I'm motherfuckin' bringin' ugly

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[Verse 2 - Aesop
in the meadow
Darkening the
Of the down-and-out
Of dower day and mouth
empty from a crowded train
Oversee an evil
And in with the basic layman
Hey man, is that freedom
Yeah man, it balances the give and of spinning plates
While easing the transition from efficient to a grave
What started a single flaming arrow
Would grow into a figure 8 of ammo
In a blink, blammo, we packed the jam
No pack so Cro-Magnon man
Won't hold back
Start a cult, the world black
Old magic, of a re-imagined skull snaps hope
Nun ring for the plebian
Melted down slow and poured a fringe medium
Picture it by poorly tinted
Ensuring it's as a
More important than it really was
it really is
A of chameleons
Who must erupt a hairy
Deep behind the skin
fam, declawed knee-high
House cats bred
Tin cans
Drink from the
he return three eyed
Talkin back to a B-side
If anybodies listening, I a new apartment
Something spooky a garden

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