Luyện nghe bài hát Tetra

Don't with his cool

I turn a staff to a snake and back, evade
Shake a 5150 in shades and a fake
Dirtbike made of 5 bikes, uphill
Tabletop on dutch tilt, crush kill
Make or buy arcade punk (?)
Talkin science, dark age pull (?)
Four eyes card face, bark Aes on (?)
Pork rinds 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, better get a vessel for a score
Zilch, cowabunga homies me press ignore
Devastating energy exploding off his Tesla
baited breath and tempermental tremors
That taught a man to wave with 10 percent of his
And I lost tic tac toe to a live chicken
For the footage, Im off cam fishin
For rattles in his holy grail
Evoke colony via gross betrayal
3 wolf moon shirt, two one sock
Wore the same hoodie everyday like
Buh-dum-bum, follow the rebel flesh (?)
Out of sorts, out of water, suicidal
Who stood by the conviction in his we be together less forevermore
Before we are the heads of civil war
And basing(?) radio ricochet off the silver
Trash can fire looking for a to grill or spoil
Quickly, purveyors of fine
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 with his cool
Ma, can we get a
Is a no?

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