Luyện nghe bài hát Tetra

Don't with his cool

I turn a staff to a and back, evade crack
Shake a 5150 in shades and a fake
Dirtbike of 5 worse bikes, uphill
Tabletop frames on dutch tilt, crush
or buy point-op arcade punk (?)
Talkin science, dark age pull (?)
Four card face, bark Aes iron on (?)
Pork rinds orange age, Jarred brains die
No Mulligans, crow bars cage
Cold, Mars on Earth day
And surface the cellar door like worms into the petrichor
Messenger, better get a for a Tetris score
Zilch, cowabunga homies call me ignore
energy exploding off his Tesla coil
Farm breath and tempermental tremors
That taught a man to with 10 percent of his fingers
And I never lost tic tac toe to a live
For the footage, Im off cam dynamite
For diamondback rattles in his holy
colony collapse via gross betrayal
3 wolf moon shirt, two shoes one
Wore the same everyday like Mumra
Buh-dum-bum, the regenerated rebel flesh (?)
Out of sorts, out of water, suicidal
Who by the conviction in his we should be together less forevermore
we are the severed heads 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 prefer to skip the
Flip the diner table, dip in time for final

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
Transcribe stories in patterns of dropping
Skinned boars and exaggerated
Slow Mozart, no Ive never a knocking
Mightve burst in on it, or skin popping(?)
Opt out, on the eve of no saints day
Locate and aim for the propane 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, that rigid upper lipping grudge or crippling (?)
The twins are bitching
hater, I wouldnt piss on your coffin
But when I see your picture I dicks on it
The breakaway tux
Holds chicken wire ribs and mache guts
Pipe cleaner mustache, folk hands(?) google
Macaroni gas face, no to humanize
You are now rockin the worst
up his sleeve, nothing here is what it seems
Paranormal weather, mysteriously bees
Not to the collateral delirium it breeds
Jeez, forgive him and he past
He from a tiny town Deaths Icy Grasp
And he get out much but when he do its beetlemania
Do not be asleep at the of his feelers radius
Too charitable, the average joe some real estate
Between the big mouth billy bass and
in a moment of bliss
Snatch the food off your plate, a goat off a bridge
No