Luyện nghe bài hát Accordian

Livin' off time, the clock tick faster
That'd be the hour they knock the slick
Dick Dastardly and Muttley with laughter
A gun fight and they come to cut the

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

Keep glory, gold and glitter
For have half of his take him out the picture
The other half is and don't mean shit-ta
Villain a mixture between both with a of liquor

Chase it with more beer, taste it truth or dare
he have the mic it's like the place get like, Oh yeah!
It's like they what's 'bout to happen
Just keep ya eye out, like, Aye, aye
Is he still a fly guy clappin' if ain't hear it
And can they from inner spirit

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

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

why he brings his own needles
And get cheese than Doritos, Cheetos or Fritos
Slip Freudian
Your and last step to playin' yourself like accordion

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