Luyện nghe bài hát Tetra

Don't fool his cool

I turn a staff to a snake and back, crack
a 5150 in shades and a fake stache
Dirtbike made of 5 worse bikes,
Tabletop frames on dutch tilt, crush
Make or buy arcade punk (?)
Talkin science, dark age pull (?)
Four eyes card face, Aes iron on (?)
rinds orange age, Jarred brains die alone
No Mulligans, bars bird cage
Cold, colonize on Earth day
And surface the cellar door like worms into the petrichor
Messenger, better get a for a Tetris score
Zilch, cowabunga call me press ignore
Devastating exploding off his Tesla coil
baited breath and tempermental tremors
That taught a man to with 10 percent of his fingers
And I never lost tic tac toe to a chicken
For the footage, Im off cam fishin
For diamondback in his holy grail
Evoke colony collapse via gross
3 moon shirt, two shoes one sock
Wore the hoodie everyday like Mumra
Buh-dum-bum, follow the regenerated rebel (?)
Out of sorts, out of water, tetrafish
Who stood by the conviction in his we be together less forevermore
Before we are the severed of civil war
And basing(?) radio ricochet off the silver
Trash can fire looking for a to grill or spoil
Quickly, purveyors of hijinks
I know, is why we cant have nice things
I to skip the pleasantries
Flip the table, dip in time for final jeopardy

No
Oh and dont fool his cool
Ma, can we get a
Is a no?

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Okay, magpies, Hoarders, and forces
Who lick zig-zags dragged by horses
stories in patterns of pins dropping
Skinned boars and exaggerated
Slow Mozart, no Ive never heard a
Mightve in on it, splits or skin popping(?)
Opt out, sober on the eve of no day
Locate and aim for the propane tank
Bang! Followed from a pulling of
To a homecoming sullied by a on a spear
It spun a human resources issue to affair
Reciprocity is a pestilent compulsion to
And ultimately unfulfilling, concurrently that rigid upper lipping grudge or (?)
The wonder are bitching
Armchair hater, I piss on your coffin
But I see your picture I draw dicks on it
The ozone tux
Holds chicken wire ribs and mache guts
cleaner mustache, folk hands(?) google eyes
Macaroni gas face, no plan to
You are now rockin with the
Nothing up his sleeve, nothing is what it seems
weather, mysteriously disappearing bees
Not to mention the delirium it breeds
Jeez, him and he dicey past
He from a tiny town Deaths Icy Grasp
And he dont get out much but he do its beetlemania
Do not be asleep at the feet of his feelers
Too charitable, offerin the average joe some real
the big mouth billy bass and jackalope
Cozy in a moment of
Snatch the off your plate, snatch a goat off a bridge
No