Luyện nghe bài hát Accordion

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Livin' off borrowed time, the clock tick
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 stee twice to
He scrolls, lo and behold
Know who's the illest like the greatest story told
your glory, gold 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 between both with a twist of liquor
Chase it with more beer, it like truth or dare
When he the mic it's like the place get like: "Ah yeah!"
like they know what's 'bout 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 gods
Givin' y'all nothing but the lick like two
Got more lyrics the church got "Ooh Lords"
And he hold the mic and your attention two swords
Or even one two blades 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
That's why he brings his own
And get more cheese than Doritos, Cheetos or
Slip Freudian
Your first and last step to playin' yourself accordion
When he had the mic you go next
Leaving pussy cats like why hoes need
Exercise index, won't need
And won't take the one with no skinny legs Joe Tex