Luyện nghe bài hát Accordian

Livin' off borrowed time, the clock faster
That'd be the hour knock the slick blaster
Dastardly and Muttley with sick laughter
A gun and they come to cut the mixmaster

I C E cold, to be old
Y2G steed to threefold
He scrolls, lo and behold
Know who's the illest ever like the greatest told

Keep glory, gold and glitter
For have of his niggaz'll take him out the picture
The other half is rich and mean shit-ta
a mixture between both with a twist of liquor

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

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

Or even one with two on it
Hey you, don't the mic like it's AIDS on it
It's like the end to the
Fucked type of message that to the fiends

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

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