Luyện nghe bài hát Accordian

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

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

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

it with more beer, taste it like truth or dare
When he have the mic like the place get like, Oh yeah!
like they know what's 'bout to happen
Just ya eye out, like, Aye, aye captain
Is he still a fly guy clappin' if nobody hear it
And can they testify from spirit

In living, the gods
Givin' y'all nothing but the lick like two
Got more 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
It's the end to the means
Fucked type of message that sends to the

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

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