Luyện nghe bài hát Tetra

Don't fool with his

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

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

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Okay, magpies, Hoarders, and allied
Who lick being dragged by horses
stories in patterns of pins dropping
Skinned and exaggerated limb-lopping
Mozart, no Ive never heard a knocking
Mightve burst in on it, splits or popping(?)
Opt out, sober on the eve of no day
Locate and aim for the token tank
Bang! Followed from a pulling of
To a sullied by a skull on a spear
It spun a human resources issue to affair
Reciprocity is a pestilent compulsion to
And ultimately unfulfilling, concurrently that upper lipping grudge or crippling (?)
The twins are bitching
Armchair hater, I wouldnt piss on coffin
But I see your picture I draw dicks on it
The breakaway tux
Holds chicken wire ribs and papier guts
Pipe cleaner mustache, folk hands(?) eyes
gas face, no plan to humanize
You are now rockin the worst
Nothing up his sleeve, here is what it seems
Paranormal weather, mysteriously disappearing
Not to the collateral delirium it breeds
Jeez, him and he dicey past
He a tiny town called Deaths Icy Grasp
And he dont get out but when he do its beetlemania
Do not be asleep at the of his feelers radius
Too charitable, the average joe some real estate
the big mouth billy bass and jackalope
Cozy in a of bliss
Snatch the food off your plate, snatch a goat off a
No