Luyện nghe bài hát Accordion

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Livin' off borrowed time, the tick faster
That'd be the hour knock the slick blaster
Dastardly and Muttley with sick laughter
A gun fight and come to cut the mixmaster
cold, nice to be old
Y2G twice to threefold
He scrolls, lo and behold
Know who's the illest ever the greatest story told
your glory, gold and glitter
For half, half of his take him out the picture
The other is rich and don't mean shit-ta
Villain a between both with a twist of liquor
Chase it with more beer, taste it like truth or
When he have the mic it's the place get like: "Ah yeah!"
It's like they know what's 'bout to
keep ya eye out, like "aye, aye captain"
Is he still a fly guy clappin' if nobody ain't it
And can testify from in the spirit
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 your attention two swords
Or even one with two on it
Hey you, don't touch the mic it's AIDS on it
It's the end to the means
Fucked type of that sends to the fiends
That's why he his own needles
And get cheese than Doritos, Cheetos or Fritos
like Freudian
Your first and step to playin' yourself like accordion
When he had the mic you don't go
Leaving pussy cats like why need Kotex
Exercise index, need Bowflex
And won't take the one with no skinny legs Joe Tex