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
Dick Dastardly and Muttley sick laughter
A gun fight and they come to cut the
cold, nice to be old
Y2G twice to threefold
He sold scrolls, lo and
Know who's the illest ever like the greatest story
Keep your glory, gold and
For half, half of his niggas'll him out the picture
The other half is rich and don't mean
Villain a mixture between with a twist of liquor
Chase it with more beer, it like truth or dare
When he have the mic it's the place get like: "Ah yeah!"
It's like they what's 'bout to happen
keep ya eye out, like "aye, aye captain"
Is he still a fly guy if nobody ain't hear it
And can testify from in the spirit
In living, the gods
Givin' nothing but the lick like two broads
Got more lyrics the church got "Ooh Lords"
And he hold the mic and your like two swords
Or even one two blades on it
Hey you, don't touch the mic it's 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, or Fritos
Slip Freudian
Your first and last step to playin' like accordion
he had the mic you don't go next
Leaving pussy like why hoes need Kotex
Exercise index, won't need
And won't take the one with no skinny like Joe Tex