Luyện nghe bài hát Accordian

Livin' off time, the clock tick faster
That'd be the they knock the slick blaster
Dick Dastardly and Muttley with 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 ever like the greatest story told

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

it with more 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 to happen
Just ya eye out, like, Aye, aye captain
Is he still a fly guy clappin' if nobody ain't it
And can they testify from 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 two blades on it
Hey you, don't touch the mic like AIDS on it
like the end to the means
Fucked type of that sends to the fiends

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

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