Luyện nghe bài hát Meat Grinder

Tripping off the beat kinda, off the meat grinder
Heat niner, pimping, stripping, soft sweet
China was a neat signer, with the script
Digits double dipped, lipped, subtle lisp midget
Borderline schizo, of fine tits though
Pour the wine, whore to grind, quarter to nine, go
Ever since ten eleven, she made a brethren
Then last down, seven alligator seven, at the gates of heaven
Knocking, no answer, dancer, hopeless romancer, dopest flow stanzas
Yes, no? Villain, face to Destro
Guess so, still incredible in
Just say Ho! I'll test the
Wild West style fest, y'all to lay low
Hey bro, Day Glo, set the bet, pay
Before the cheddar get away, best to get
The hated God who perpetrated odd favors
Demonstrated in the Rod Lavers
In all quad flavors, save us
back in the game like Jack LaLanne
Think you know the name, don't your brain
On a track to half sane
Either in a slow beat or the speed of "Wrath of Kane"
Laughter,
"Hackthoo'ing" lit, in the booth, with the best host
Doing hits, on the roof, in the west coast
at it again
Mad at the pen
Glad we win, a tad fat, in a bad hat for men
Grind the cinnamon, warmongers
You can the villain in satin, congas
The van
The old man
About the gold beaches
The hand reaches
For the old tan