Luyện nghe bài hát Accepted Eclectic

we go:
Five, ten, fifteen, twenty,
Twenty-five, thirty, thrirty-five,
Forty-five, fifty, fifty-five,
Sixty-five, seventy, seventy-five

in a maze
And the craze
When opened my cacoon
It was time to

Thinkin' ten people, trapped in one room
Sittin' in my sandbox, sand all me
Overly to get the mic in my hand
Now who wanna it up (I do)
Now who can rip it up (I can)

I glide like the of a man on a snowboard
When pick up the microphone I ask him what he flow for
Various degrees of that's inside of me
Never try to be you not- and don't lie to me
and ivory
Keys on my piano
Tryin' to test music, but the rhythm push my your hand away
as the alphabet
Hard as solid
Pure as the driven
on your block
Mark my territory I'm right back in it when
Laughin' w/ the tears of a clown when I

I'm manic-depresive ever I was an adolescent
But I never panic in a sesion I'm bussin'
Cussin' a sailor,
a bottle full of jagermeister
Ready for whatever world has to offer me

Plus it get off of me
And never ever me
I'm one w/ the
The has blessed me
Bet you why you got flaws in your character
Cause you're in the ass-crack of america

I just to help you all but
All I do is at ya
You can a shot of this
Or maybe hit this
if you wanna but
If not, drug-free
But, me in the mix boy
Right up next to plug

Talkin' out the side of your neck it a remedy
I want the whole wide world to remember me
I don't want to to think you're working for the enemy
Sbotage. you can't conquer this

You can be the of attention if you want to
My is in the other room and
We're having fun too
(so I'd like to signify the that's in back of you)
All I want to do is get rid of all the in you

Do not get offended no I'm not attacking you
I don't to do nothin', the rapper's start smackin' you
Maybe I should just give you a of reality
to my art show
Its not a salary

Take two of these a day and a couple calories
Me and the mic are like and malory
like a b-boy
Part of my
on your groin'
You can join acadamy

Accepted...

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we go:
Five, ten, fifteen, twenty,
Twenty-five, thirty, thrirty-five,
Forty-five, fifty, fifty-five,
Sixty-five, seventy, seventy-five

in a maze
And the craze
eclectic the phrase that pays
Old eddy hayes time to blaze
One of l.a.'s that's and raised

Now we've got ourselves a little more acquainted
it about time I get this picture painted
I am what you a psycho-analytical
Critical thinker of the formulas we all

I think I'm running out of brain in my hard-drive
Plus I need a memory-card for my control
Throw that hand up so I can see finger-tips
I'm about to rip it up better than

Yeah I had a crazy-people party and you
I didn't my underground hip hop excited you
Now that I know this then I'm gonna throw it right at you
I just want to you everything you're entitled to
Down in the park, hangin' w/ the hooligans
Every now and then got to take'em back to school again
Maybe you should call me your hip hop
I'll be on the rhythm the beats start bouncin' up

I'll give you a minute just to get together and
We can a sing-along, all and together and
Here's to the netherlands, sisteren and
B-boy benevolence, birds of a and
It don't matter you say
We all are
are on a rap path, some are mis-directed
When I say "who wrecked it" just like expected
Aceyaloney-boy, accepted

....eclectic

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