Luyện nghe bài hát Accordion

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Livin' off time, the clock tick faster
be the hour they knock the slick blaster
Dick Dastardly and with sick laughter
A gun fight and they to cut the mixmaster
I-C-E cold, to be old
Y2G stee twice to
He sold scrolls, lo and
Know who's the illest like the greatest story told
Keep your glory, and glitter
For half, half of his niggas'll take him out the
The other is rich and don't mean shit-ta
Villain a mixture between both with a of liquor
Chase it with more beer, taste it like or dare
When he have the mic 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 a fly guy clappin' if nobody ain't hear it
And can they testify from in the
In living, the true
Givin' y'all nothing but the like two broads
Got lyrics than the church got "Ooh Lords"
And he the mic and your attention like two swords
Or one with two blades on it
Hey you, touch the mic like it's AIDS on it
It's the end to the means
Fucked of message that sends to the fiends
why he brings his own needles
And get more cheese Doritos, Cheetos or Fritos
Slip Freudian
Your and last step to playin' yourself like accordion
When he had the mic you go next
Leaving pussy cats like why hoes need
Exercise index, won't Bowflex
And won't take the one with no legs like Joe Tex