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
they opened my cacoon
It was to bloom

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

I glide like the ride of a man on a
When they pick up the I ask him what he flow for
degrees of technique that's inside of me
Never try to be something you and don't lie to me
Ebony and
Keys on my playin'
Tryin' to test music, but the rhythm push my your hand away
Easy as the
Hard as rock
Pure as the driven
Pissin' on block
Mark my territory then I'm back in it when
w/ the tears of a clown when I grin

I'm manic-depresive ever I was an adolescent
But I panic in a sesion when I'm bussin'
Cussin' a sailor,
a bottle full of jagermeister
Ready for whatever this has to offer me

it won't get off of me
And never test me
I'm one w/ the
The has blessed me
Bet you wonder why you got flaws in character
Cause caught in the ass-crack of america

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

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

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

Do not get offended no I'm not attacking you
I have to do nothin', the rapper's start smackin' you
I should just give you a taste 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 mickey and
like a b-boy
Part of my
Hands on 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, ways

Today's in a
And the craze
Accepted the phrase that pays
Old hayes it's time to blaze
One of l.a.'s born and raised

Now that got ourselves a little more acquainted
Ain't it 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 space in my hard-drive
Plus I need a memory-card for my pack
Throw hand up so I can see your finger-tips
I'm about to rip it up better before

Yeah I had a crazy-people party and you
I didn't my underground hip hop excited you
Now that I know this fact then I'm gonna throw it at you
I just want to give you everything you're to
in the leimert park, hangin' w/ the hooligans
Every now and then I've got to take'em to school again
Maybe you should me your hip hop counselor
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
to the netherlands, sisteren and brethren
B-boy benevolence, birds of a and
It matter what you say
We all are
Some are on a rap path, some are
When I say "who wrecked it" just they expected
Aceyaloney-boy, accepted

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