Luyện nghe bài hát Accordian

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

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

your glory, gold and glitter
For have half of his niggaz'll him out the picture
The other half is and don't mean shit-ta
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
Just keep ya eye out, like, Aye, aye
Is he still a fly guy clappin' if ain't hear it
And can they testify from inner

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

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

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

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