Luyện nghe bài hát Accordion

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off borrowed time, the clock tick faster
That'd be the hour they the slick blaster
Dick Dastardly and Muttley with laughter
A gun and they come to cut the mixmaster
cold, nice to be old
Y2G twice to threefold
He sold scrolls, lo and
Know the illest ever like the greatest story told
Keep your glory, gold and
For half, half of his take him out the picture
The other half is rich and mean shit-ta
a mixture between both with a twist of liquor
Chase it with beer, taste 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 keep ya eye out, "aye, aye captain"
Is he still a fly guy clappin' if nobody ain't 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 hold the mic and your attention like two
Or one with two blades on it
Hey you, don't the mic like it's AIDS on it
It's the end to the means
Fucked type of message that to the fiends
why he brings his own needles
And get more cheese Doritos, Cheetos or Fritos
Slip Freudian
Your first and last step to playin' like accordion
When he had the mic you don't go
Leaving pussy cats like why need Kotex
Exercise index, won't Bowflex
And take the one with no skinny legs like Joe Tex