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

Today's in a
And start the
When opened my cacoon
It was time to

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

I like the ride of a man on a snowboard
When they pick up the microphone I ask him he flow for
degrees of technique that's inside of me
Never try to be something you not- and lie to me
and ivory
Keys on my playin'
Tryin' to test some music, but the push my your hand away
Easy as the
Hard as solid
as the driven snow
Pissin' on block
my territory then I'm right back in it when
Laughin' w/ the tears of a clown when I

I'm manic-depresive ever since I was an
But I never panic in a when I'm bussin'
Cussin' a sailor,
With a bottle full of
Ready for whatever this world has to me

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

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

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

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

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

Take two of these a day and burn a calories
Me and the mic are mickey and malory
Rockin' like a
Part of my
Hands on your
You can join this

Accepted...

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

Today's in a
And start the
Accepted eclectic the phrase that
Old eddy hayes it's time to
One of l.a.'s born and raised

Now that got ourselves a little more acquainted
Ain't it about time I get picture painted
I am what you call a
Critical thinker of the we all need

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

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

I'll give you a minute to get yourself 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 what you say
We all are
Some are on a rap path, some are
When I say "who it" just like they expected
Aceyaloney-boy, eclectic

....eclectic

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