Luyện nghe bài hát Cat Food

At night I wear a wolf's head on my head
Considering a regular character
Food hoarder, communes with the
Computes in cahoots with beauty and force
got a brand new normal at a thirty in New York, plus
Years at the fire pulling portions out of husks
Never mind time on the bus
Terrifying errant knights thwarting any motherfucking tongued-sport
Agita flashing the hind molars, though his body less a weapon a bag of lipomas
Over medium, treat skin-tags like
Rap like black-ops, like lap dogs
He got the rad moves, catty rat-proof (wait)
die at the crap-shoot (wait)
Looking for a black hole to collapse through
Try isle by the cat food
it is
Ooh wee, do we roast in a bilge, when the skinny from is darigold in them hills
better let a couple truths decay, if somebody going to rue the day
Check, check,
'em on the lamb
(I joking)
No maps, no point
(Nah, I joking)
I put a pebble on a
(I joking)
Makin tub meth
I'm
we go
The whip got a tongue and
Too tough, two blood-shot eyes a Tungston bleep
When any putrefying wants your lungs in reach
I field a vessel going zero to the y'all think
And your function fails I'm on an undisclosed island
Stroking exotic animals, open up science
Leaning a jewellers loupe a stolen sock 'o diamonds
Palm-made a portrait of modern triumph, try us
at the battering ram post-haste
Cro-mags, till this Saturday plant grow legs
All you hear is and code names
around the geometry of a closed space
Unfrozen part of his new
of divine evil, heart of Camu Tao
Some people find the daylight to be alluring
I was in the dark, dodging and
Maybe cause I like an ugly doll
(I joking)
a wallop in the wheelhouse
(Nah, I joking)
Leave brass everywhere
(I joking)
I own many homes
I'm
we go
All hog to we know
Black hoodie you can set watch to
Tall drink, depths an air raid
Radically detach with of the hair-brain
Down with the go a dozen fried wild links
Upperway, tri-state style kings
Get pie-faced, home tied to the sinewaves
off, spine on sideways
Riding down the block, scooping Bobby in a
told me tell 'em "Hello, 7: 30 noodle-town"
Cool 'em down, global over sold bake
Situation a broke dude cosplay
You want a meeting on an off-day trading horror stories from the hollows
The summary is as
"These hate those and this that's absurd"
Yip yap, y'all cats and
meow meow meow meow
(I joking)
Talking rubes on the
(Nah, I joking)
Uh, suckers play me
(I joking)
I Jimmy Hoffa's body
I'm
we go