Luyện nghe bài hát Tetra

Don't with his cool

I turn a to a snake and back, evade crack
Shake a 5150 in shades and a fake
made of 5 worse bikes, uphill
Tabletop frames on dutch tilt, crush
Make or buy arcade punk (?)
arcane science, dark age pull (?)
Four eyes face, bark Aes iron on (?)
Pork rinds orange age, Jarred die alone
No Mulligans, crow bars cage
Cold, colonize Mars on day
And surface from the cellar door like into the petrichor
Messenger, better get a vessel for a score
Zilch, homies call me press ignore
Devastating energy off his Tesla coil
Farm breath and tempermental tremors
That taught a man to wave with 10 percent of his
And I never lost tic tac toe to a live
For the footage, Im off cam dynamite
For rattles in his holy grail
Evoke colony via gross betrayal
3 wolf shirt, two shoes one sock
Wore the same hoodie like Mumra
Buh-dum-bum, follow the rebel flesh (?)
Out of sorts, out of water, suicidal
Who stood by the conviction in his we should be together less
Before we are the severed of civil war
And basing(?) ricochet off the silver foil
Trash can fire for a kill to grill or spoil
Quickly, of fine hijinks
I know, is why we cant have nice things
I prefer to skip the
Flip the diner table, dip in time for final

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

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Okay, magpies, Hoarders, and forces
Who lick zig-zags being dragged by
stories in patterns of pins dropping
Skinned boars and exaggerated
Slow Mozart, no Ive heard a knocking
Mightve burst in on it, splits or popping(?)
Opt out, sober on the eve of no day
and aim for the token propane tank
Bang! Followed from a pulling of
To a sullied by a skull on a spear
It spun a human resources issue to public
is a pestilent compulsion to bear
And unfulfilling, concurrently that rigid upper lipping grudge or crippling (?)
The wonder twins are
hater, I wouldnt piss on your coffin
But when I see your I draw dicks on it
The ozone tux
chicken wire ribs and papier mache guts
Pipe cleaner mustache, folk hands(?) eyes
gas face, no plan to humanize
You are now with the worst
Nothing up his sleeve, here is what it seems
Paranormal weather, mysteriously bees
Not to mention the collateral delirium it
Jeez, forgive him and he past
He from a tiny town called Icy Grasp
And he dont get out but when he do its beetlemania
Do not be at the feet of his feelers radius
Too charitable, offerin the average joe some real
Between the big mouth billy bass and
Cozy in a moment of
Snatch the food off your plate, snatch a goat off a
No