Luyện nghe bài hát Eighty-five

It seems like lately be beatin' my ass,
Every step is like a right hook Iron Mike Tyson in his prime,
It's my mind is on a tredmill,
I'm bullets,
see the plug but I pull it,
This just keeps bringin' me back,
And every minute is like a uppercut' from Sagat,
I'm up against ropes,
and ain't no if I win or not,
gloves are getting heavy,
it's fight or flight you how that goes,
Facin' is chasin',
got me obstacles,
And every hour is like a tightrope I walk with shoes,
Still yet I got my tellin' me that I can't lose,
So every time I slippin' ego's start trippin',
I focus real and levitate just like I'm GOD,
And I'm lovely,
I'm in the no one above me,
With the gift to snakes from those that love me,
There's a thin line between and hopeless,
An even line between on point and out of focus,
BUT Back to my about my fall from glory,
And how I levitate from the fate put before me,
say 'Be patient',
but what the fuck is patience my heart is racin'?
Put in my situation,
Try to be humble,
you won't refrain from pissed,
When you look to see you're fallin' right through time's abyss,
And to see visions,
memories you really miss, things,
Like your first wish,

Your girlfriend,
first love,
Your French kiss,
first time feeling hate,
The first you got dissed,
first day of school,
Your very first class,
Your first touchin' titties,
First you got ass,
Your first learnin' wrong from right,
First night,
The first time you got your ass in
first real fight,
Your triple-double dare,
first pubic hair,
Your first watchin' Jason,
Your nightmare,

That's when you realize that time was worst nightmare,
And now you're asking yourself 'Why ain't life fair?',
You get to the bottom,
see the end of line,
Your first time ever losin' this battle time,
But right before you meet death,
one memory left,
The only one that's was your first breath,

One to the next,
switch when you least expect it and make the simplest shit complex,
The baby face got the fooled,
get judged by the covers worldwide, coincide with the illest,
The real is fictional dreams,
No time to deal two dimensional fiends, shit hit's the fan with every click of a hand,
be a man eventually,
When the kid in me is satisfied, but 'til the day all I got is eighty-five.

A clock can motivation,
why I'm never rockin' a watch,
What's a when you're living on your own time?
I'm livin' slow, Pan style son,
You know I never grow up,
my is set at six years old,
As far as I'm concerned this grown-up is for the birds,
So the skittles,
Fruits, the Now N Laters, and Nerds,
I'm sweets until my teeth fall out and I can't see
And I'm deaf in my left ear but my right can hear
I'm happily. So why you mad at me?
Cause your frustrations you grey hairs,
99% of your spent chasin'
nightmares, (GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE)
I'm crazy childish, check the habits,
I play with my food, my nose, and eat it damn it,
Plus I my scabs, I be the first to pop a blister,
Cause I'm more than that cat from Sister-Sister,
If my tell me no I'm gonna do it anyway,
Experience will make more sense than anything that they ever say,

Forever playin' video until I'm sleepy,
Hawk's Pro Skater, please,
you'll beat me,
So basically you're better off paying a or somethin',
Your mind is elderly, forty over the or somethin',
I'm at heart,
I'ma be a kid I'm on some Tom Hanks shit,
you ever the movie big?
My heart is trapped in '85 the coolest place I've been in my life,
We watchin' Smurfs, cinnamon LIFE,
Never knew a rock, cause it was Fraggle,
The only pink pussy we was Snaggle,
mind's in the dirt,
We playin' 'til our hands hurt,
What do you know about pourin' out a box of Trix to get the toy out,
(Scared to) go to sleep somethin's under your bed,
(And all it) was one look to get them thoughts out your head,
(And then ya') fall right to without a worry in mind,
(That's why I) understand why cat's be hurryin' time,
And I don't grow up I'm a Crab Apple Kid,
And I the company of people I relate wit',
But if it down to it,
to deal cat's that I despise,
I just my eyes and drift away to Eighty-Five

One to the next,
switch when you least expect it and make the simplest shit complex,
The baby face got the fooled,
Books get by the covers worldwide, coincide with the illest,
The real is fictional dreams,
No time to deal with two dimensional fiends, shit hit's the fan with every of a hand,
be a man eventually,
When the kid in me is satisfied, but 'til the day all I got is eighty-five