Luyện nghe bài hát Tetra

Don't with his cool

I turn a staff to a snake and back, crack
a 5150 in shades and a fake stache
Dirtbike made of 5 bikes, uphill
Tabletop frames on dutch tilt, crush
Make or buy point-op punk (?)
Talkin arcane science, age pull (?)
Four eyes face, bark Aes iron on (?)
Pork rinds orange age, Jarred brains die
No Mulligans, crow bars cage
Cold, colonize Mars on day
And surface the cellar door like worms into the petrichor
Messenger, better get a vessel for a Tetris
Zilch, homies call me press ignore
Devastating energy exploding off his coil
baited breath and tempermental tremors
That taught a man to wave 10 percent of his fingers
And I lost tic tac toe to a live chicken
For the footage, Im off cam dynamite
For diamondback rattles in his holy
Evoke collapse via gross betrayal
3 wolf moon shirt, two one sock
Wore the same hoodie everyday Mumra
Buh-dum-bum, the regenerated 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(?) ricochet off the silver foil
Trash can fire looking for a kill to grill or
Quickly, purveyors of fine
I know, this is why we cant have nice
I prefer to skip the
the diner table, dip in time for final jeopardy

No
Oh and dont fool with his
Ma, can we get a
Is a no?

[Aesop
Okay, magpies, Hoarders, and forces
Who lick zig-zags dragged by horses
Transcribe stories in of pins dropping
Skinned boars and exaggerated
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! Followed from a of hair
To a homecoming by a skull on a spear
It spun a human issue to public affair
is a pestilent compulsion to bear
And ultimately unfulfilling, concurrently that rigid lipping grudge or crippling (?)
The wonder are bitching
Armchair hater, I wouldnt piss on your
But when I see picture I draw dicks on it
The breakaway tux
Holds chicken wire ribs and papier guts
Pipe cleaner mustache, folk hands(?) google
Macaroni gas face, no to humanize
You are now rockin the worst
Nothing up his sleeve, nothing here is it seems
Paranormal weather, mysteriously bees
Not to mention the delirium it breeds
Jeez, him and he dicey past
He a tiny town called Deaths Icy Grasp
And he dont get out but when he do its beetlemania
Do not be asleep at the feet of his feelers
Too charitable, offerin the average joe real estate
Between the big mouth bass and jackalope
Cozy in a of bliss
the food off your plate, snatch a goat off a bridge
No