Luyện nghe bài hát That Black Bat Licorice

Behave
yourself
You need to yourself, boy

Yeah, she's built for like a black castrum doloris
Good for the needy, like Neechy, and Horris
But I'm skin, flint, broke, making no money, making
But baby, I won't joke you

My are burning like I roll 'em in hypocaust
But the Roman's are gone, changed their name because their lost
She writes letters a jack chick comic
Just a bunch of propaganda, make my fingers histrionic; this, and this

I mean, my baby
But she makes me get
And when my is jumping
I got no for making up for her

I fantasize the hospital
The army, a silo, confinement, in
Any place where a time to clear my vision

I it out
Whatever's in my
Just that Black Bat Licorice
Yeah, Black Bat Licorice
That Bat Licorice
Black Bat Licorice

I wanna cut out my tongue and let you hold it for me
Cause without my skull to amplify my it might get boring
I've got the wit of the stickers with atomic precision
And the faces of the moon directing all of my deicisons like

need to know, I play dumb like a lumbo
And get my hurt and move to NY like i'm Dumbo
Don't you want to lose the part of the brain that has
To not even what you are doing
Or about yourself or your species in the billions

Yeah, I have to it out
Oh, in my mouth
I have to spit it out (behave self)
Just like that Black Bat
That Bat Licorice
That Black Bat Licorice, I never liked it, I never
Now state the same damn thing with the

you feed me
I feed you right
But it do no good