Luyện nghe bài hát Accordian

Livin' off borrowed time, the tick faster
That'd be the they knock the slick blaster
Dick Dastardly and with sick laughter
A gun fight and they to cut the mixmaster

I C E cold, to be old
Y2G steed twice to
He sold scrolls, lo and
Know who's the illest ever like the story told

Keep glory, gold and glitter
For half of his niggaz'll take him out the picture
The other half is rich and don't mean
Villain a mixture between both a twist of liquor

Chase it with beer, taste it like truth or dare
When he the mic it's like the place get like, Oh yeah!
It's like they know what's 'bout to
keep ya eye out, like, Aye, aye captain
Is he still a fly guy if nobody ain't hear it
And can testify from inner spirit

In living, the gods
Givin' y'all nothing but the like two broads
Got lyrics than the church got, Ooh Lords
And he hold the mic and your like two swords

Or even one two blades on it
Hey you, don't touch the mic like it's on it
like the end to the means
Fucked of message that sends to the fiends

That's why he brings his own
And get more cheese than Doritos, or Fritos
Slip like
Your first and last step to yourself like accordion

When he had the mic you don't go
Leaving pussy cats like wild hoes need
Exercise index need Boflex
And take the one with no skinny legs like Joe Tex