Luyện nghe bài hát Accordion

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Livin' off borrowed time, the clock tick
That'd be the hour knock the slick blaster
Dastardly and Muttley with sick laughter
A gun and they come to cut the mixmaster
cold, nice to be old
Y2G stee twice to
He sold scrolls, lo and
Know who's the illest ever like the greatest told
Keep your glory, gold and
For half, of his niggas'll take him out the picture
The other is rich and don't mean shit-ta
Villain a mixture between with a twist of liquor
Chase it with more beer, taste it truth or dare
he have the mic it's like the place get like: "Ah yeah!"
It's they know what's 'bout to happen
Just ya eye out, like "aye, aye captain"
Is he still a fly guy clappin' if nobody ain't it
And can they from in the spirit
In living, the gods
Givin' y'all nothing but the lick two broads
Got more lyrics than the got "Ooh Lords"
And he hold the mic and 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 that sends to the fiends
why he brings his own needles
And get more cheese Doritos, Cheetos or Fritos
like Freudian
Your first and step to playin' yourself like accordion
When he had the mic you go next
Leaving pussy like why hoes need Kotex
Exercise index, won't Bowflex
And won't the one with no skinny legs like Joe Tex