Luyện nghe bài hát Eighty-five

It seems like lately be beatin' my ass,
Every step is like a right hook from Iron Tyson in his prime,
like my mind is on a tredmill,
I'm bullets,
see the plug but I pull it,
This just keeps bringin' me back,
And minute is like a 'tiger uppercut' from Sagat,
I'm up these ropes,
and no tellin' if I win or not,
These gloves are heavy,
it's fight or you know how that goes,
Facin' is chasin',
got me obstacles,
And every hour is a tightrope I walk with greasy shoes,
Still yet I got my conscience tellin' me that I lose,
So every time I start ego's start trippin',
I focus real hard and levitate like I'm GOD,
And I'm lovely,
I'm in the no one above me,
With the gift to differentiate snakes from those that me,
There's a thin line happiness and hopeless,
An thinner line between on point and out of focus,
BUT Back to my story my fall from glory,
And how I levitate the fate time 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 getting' pissed,
When you look down to see you're fallin' right time's abyss,
And to see visions,
memories you miss, simple things,
your first birthday wish,

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

That's when you realize time was your worst nightmare,
And now you're stuck asking yourself 'Why life fair?',
You get to the bottom,
see the end of line,
first time ever losin' this battle with time,
But before you meet your death,
one more left,
The one that's obsolete was your first breath,

One to the next,
Clocks when you least expect it and make the simplest shit complex,
The baby got the planet fooled,
Books get judged by the covers worldwide, with the illest,
The real is fictional dreams,
No time to deal with two dimensional fiends, shit 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 can kill motivation,
that's why I'm never a watch,
What's a deadline when you're living on your own
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 grown-up shit is for the birds,
So the skittles,
Fruits, the Now N Laters, and Nerds,
I'm eatin' until my teeth fall out and I can't see
And I'm deaf in my left ear but my right can cause
I'm happily. So why you mad at me?
Cause frustrations gave you grey hairs,
99% of your spent chasin'
American nightmares, (GET THE OUT OF HERE)
I'm crazy childish, just 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 immature that cat from Sister-Sister,
If my parents tell me no I'm do it anyway,
Experience will make more sense than that they could ever say,

playin' video games until I'm sleepy,
Tony Pro Skater, please,
you'll beat me,
So basically you're better off a bill or somethin',
Your is elderly, forty over the hill 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 place I've ever been in my life,
We watchin' Smurfs, eatin' LIFE,
knew a crack rock, cause it was Fraggle,
The only pink we knew was Snaggle,
mind's 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) took was one look to get thoughts out your head,
(And then ya') fall right to sleep without a in mind,
(That's why I) Can't understand why be hurryin' time,
And I don't wanna grow up I'm a Apple Kid,
And I enjoy the of people I relate wit',
But if it comes to it,
to deal cat's that I despise,
I just close my eyes and drift 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 judged by the covers worldwide, coincide 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 arrives all I got is