Luyện nghe bài hát Accordian

Livin' off borrowed time, the clock tick
That'd be the hour they knock the slick
Dick and Muttley with sick laughter
A gun fight and 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 the greatest story told

your glory, gold and glitter
For have of his niggaz'll take him out the picture
The other half is rich and don't mean
Villain a mixture between with a twist of liquor

Chase it with more beer, taste it 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 testify from inner spirit

In living, the gods
Givin' y'all nothing but the lick two broads
Got more lyrics 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 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 than Doritos, Cheetos or Fritos
Slip Freudian
Your first and last step to playin' yourself like

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