Luyện nghe bài hát Dorks

Question: If I died in my apartment like a rat in a
Would the neighbors smell the before the cat ate my face?
I used to floss the albatross Daddy Kane with the chain
I'm tryin' to jettison the ballast with the waste
The kid is comfortably numb, routine a tedious
Deep in a self imposed Stockholm and Lima
Maybe an occupation popular demons and ducks
Made any mingling akin to bein' seasoned and
It's a theatre of jumpin' jellyfish, little sycophants
Miserable and from the skivvys to the pissy pants
one seperately convinced
They're sketching Da Vinci's hands
Delusion turn a communication of camp
You fuckin' dorks ain't a threat to the
There ain't a lesson we can learn from the lost
I think it's funny when defendants from identical
Step out the tempest to Of what the spectrum involves
Maybe no one cares, party here, I'll be over there

need no help, all by myself

I used to hang around rappers at the root of the scene
It meant a lot to the fugitive community breathe
Maybe to sentimentalize is to be naive
I some shit about your heroes that you wouldn't believe
I think we're all a of weirdos on a quest to belong
The songs are up in impregnable fog
That's why it's odd to see a pile of and flaws
a pedestal to patronize the rest of the cogs
And a mess of fantasy, posturing and pageantry
I ain't even mad, I'm impressed, it's baffling
God chop an ivory tower to piano keys
Play your own on the way to surfin' maggot beach
You fuckin' ain't a source of the art
You can't be cooler than the corners Where you source all your The poker face, all it takes a couple sordid remarks
We let the manticore out, We make the bark
Life is so unfair, party over here, I'll be over

Don't need no help, all by

I view the rattling of like a show to expose
Insecurities exploding in code
With braggadocio to go from mostly to gross
Corrode a homie til his probity is ghost
the hobby was a job he was a manager,
Hell You would wobble round your momma like an gazelle
The disillusionment has truly been a pill
you was anything menacing is a difficult sell
In a whistle-and-bellorama, black mollies to dress up like
It's not even melodrama
It's a comedy, somebody wanna you as a saga
I'm very persona non grata
You fuckin' ain't the leaders we need
This ain't the medium for divas out to weasel and
I'm off in coffee with the paupers over tea with the
Don't make 'em the regency what disobedient means
Heavy load to bear, party here, I'll be over there

Don't no help, all by myself