Luyện nghe bài hát Eighty-five

It like lately time be beatin' my ass,
Every step is like a right hook from Mike Tyson in his prime,
like my mind is on a tredmill,
I'm bullets,
see the but I can't pull it,
This belt keeps bringin' me back,
And minute is like a 'tiger uppercut' from Sagat,
I'm up these ropes,
and ain't no if I win or not,
These gloves are heavy,
fight or flight you know how that goes,
Facin' is chasin',
got me obstacles,
And every hour is like a I walk with greasy shoes,
Still yet I got my conscience tellin' me that I lose,
So every I start slippin' ego's start trippin',
I focus real hard and just 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 line between happiness and hopeless,
An even thinner line 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 is patience when 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 right through time's abyss,
And to see visions,
memories you really miss, things,
Like your birthday wish,

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

That's when you realize that was your 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 battle time,
But right before you meet death,
one more left,
The only one obsolete was your first breath,

One to the next,
Clocks switch when you least expect it and make the simplest 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 hit's the fan every click 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 can kill motivation,
why I'm never rockin' a watch,
What's a deadline when you're on your own time?
I'm slow, Peter 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' sweets until my teeth 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 life's spent chasin'
American nightmares, (GET THE OUT OF HERE)
I'm crazy childish, check the habits,
I with my food, pick my nose, and eat it damn it,
Plus I pick my scabs, I be the to pop a blister,
Cause I'm more immature than cat from Sister-Sister,
If my parents me no I'm gonna do it anyway,
Experience will make more sense anything that they could ever say,

Forever playin' video until I'm sleepy,
Hawk's Pro Skater, please,
you'll beat me,
So basically you're better off 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 place ever been in my life,
We watchin' Smurfs, eatin' LIFE,
Never knew a crack rock, 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 box of Trix to get the toy out,
(Scared to) go to sleep cause somethin's under bed,
(And all it) took was one look to get them out your head,
(And then ya') fall right to sleep a worry in mind,
(That's why I) Can't understand why cat's be time,
And I wanna grow up I'm a Crab Apple Kid,
And I enjoy the company of I relate wit',
But if it comes to it,
to deal with that I despise,
I close my eyes and drift away to Eighty-Five

One to the next,
Clocks switch 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 just 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 arrives all I got is