Luyện nghe bài hát Accordion

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off borrowed time, the clock tick faster
That'd be the they knock the slick blaster
Dastardly and Muttley with sick laughter
A gun fight and come to cut the mixmaster
I-C-E cold, to be old
Y2G twice to threefold
He scrolls, lo and behold
Know who's the illest ever like the greatest told
Keep your glory, and glitter
For half, of his niggas'll take him out the picture
The other half is rich and don't shit-ta
Villain a mixture both with a twist of liquor
Chase it with more beer, it like truth or dare
When he have the mic like the place get like: "Ah yeah!"
It's they know what's 'bout to happen
keep ya eye out, like "aye, aye captain"
Is he still a fly guy clappin' if ain't hear it
And can they testify in the spirit
In living, the true
Givin' y'all nothing but the like two broads
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 the mic like it's AIDS on it
It's like the end to the
Fucked type of message that to the fiends
That's why he his own needles
And get more cheese Doritos, Cheetos or Fritos
Slip like
Your first and last step to playin' like accordion
When he had the mic you don't go
pussy cats like why hoes need Kotex
Exercise index, won't Bowflex
And won't take the one with no skinny legs Joe Tex