Luyện nghe bài hát Accordion

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Livin' off time, the clock tick faster
That'd be the hour they knock the blaster
Dastardly and Muttley with sick laughter
A gun fight and they to cut the mixmaster
I-C-E cold, to be old
Y2G stee to threefold
He scrolls, lo and behold
who's the illest ever like the greatest story told
Keep your glory, gold and
For half, half of his take him out the picture
The other half is rich and mean shit-ta
Villain a mixture between both with a twist of
Chase it with more beer, it like truth or dare
he have the mic it's like the place get like: "Ah 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 ain't hear it
And can testify from in the spirit
In living, the true
Givin' y'all but the lick like two broads
Got lyrics than the church got "Ooh Lords"
And he hold the mic and your attention like two
Or even one with two on it
Hey you, don't touch the mic like it's 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, Cheetos or
Slip like
Your first and last step to playin' like accordion
When he had the mic you go next
Leaving pussy like why hoes need Kotex
Exercise index, won't need
And take the one with no skinny legs like Joe Tex