Luyện nghe bài hát Accordion

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Livin' off borrowed time, the clock faster
be the hour they knock the slick blaster
Dick Dastardly and Muttley with sick
A gun fight and they to cut the mixmaster
cold, nice to be old
Y2G stee twice to
He sold scrolls, lo and
Know the illest ever like the greatest story told
Keep glory, gold and glitter
For half, of his niggas'll take him out the picture
The other half is rich and don't mean
Villain a mixture between with a twist of liquor
it with more beer, taste it like truth or dare
When he have the mic it's like the place get "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 nobody hear it
And can they testify from in the
In living, the true
Givin' y'all but the lick like two broads
Got more lyrics 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 the mic like it's AIDS on it
like the end to the means
Fucked type of message sends to the fiends
That's why he his own needles
And get more cheese than Doritos, or Fritos
Slip like
Your first and last to playin' yourself like accordion
When he had the mic you don't go
Leaving pussy cats like why need Kotex
Exercise index, won't need
And won't take the one with no skinny like Joe Tex