Luyện nghe bài hát Eighty-five

It seems lately time be beatin' my ass,
Every step is like a right hook from Iron Tyson in his prime,
It's my mind is on a tredmill,
I'm bullets,
see the but I can't pull it,
belt just keeps bringin' me back,
And every minute is like a 'tiger uppercut' Sagat,
I'm up against ropes,
and ain't no if I win or not,
These gloves are heavy,
it's fight or flight you know how goes,
clocks is chasin',
got me obstacles,
And every hour is like a tightrope I with greasy 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 hard and levitate just I'm GOD,
And I'm lovely,
I'm in the no one above me,
With the gift to differentiate snakes from those love me,
There's a line between happiness and hopeless,
An even thinner line on point and out of focus,
BUT Back to my story about my from glory,
And how I from the fate time put before me,
say 'Be patient',
but what the fuck is patience when my heart is
Put in my situation,
Try to be humble,
you won't refrain from pissed,
When you look down to see you're right through time's abyss,
And to see visions,
memories you really miss, things,
Like first birthday wish,

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

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

One to the next,
Clocks switch when you least it and make the simplest shit complex,
The baby face got the fooled,
Books get by the covers worldwide, coincide with the illest,
The is just 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 the day arrives all I got is eighty-five.

A clock can motivation,
that's why I'm never a watch,
What's a deadline you're living on your own time?
I'm slow, Peter Pan style son,
You didn't 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 ear but my right can hear cause
I'm happily. So why you mad at me?
Cause frustrations gave you grey hairs,
99% of your life's spent
nightmares, (GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE)
I'm childish, just check the habits,
I play with my food, pick my nose, and eat it it,
I pick my scabs, I be the first to pop a blister,
Cause I'm more than that cat from Sister-Sister,
If my parents tell me no I'm do it anyway,
Experience will make more sense than anything that they ever say,

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

One to the next,
Clocks switch when you least expect it and make the shit complex,
The baby face got the fooled,
Books get judged by the worldwide, coincide with the illest,
The real is fictional dreams,
No time to deal with two 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 arrives all I got is