Luyện nghe bài hát Eighty-five

It seems lately time be beatin' my ass,
step is like a right hook from 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 is like a 'tiger uppercut' from 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 how that goes,
clocks is chasin',
got me obstacles,
And every hour is like a tightrope I with greasy shoes,
Still yet I got my conscience tellin' me I can't lose,
So every time I start slippin' start trippin',
I focus real and levitate just like I'm GOD,
And I'm lovely,
I'm in the clouds no one me,
With the gift to differentiate from those that love me,
There's a thin between happiness and hopeless,
An even line between on point and out of focus,
BUT Back to my story about my fall glory,
And how I levitate from the fate put before me,
say 'Be patient',
but what the fuck is when my heart is racin'?
Put in my situation,
Try to be humble,
you won't from getting' pissed,
you look down to see you're fallin' right through time's abyss,
And to see visions,
memories you really miss, things,
Like your birthday wish,

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

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

One to the next,
Clocks switch when you least expect it and the simplest shit complex,
The baby face got the fooled,
Books get judged by the covers worldwide, coincide the illest,
The is just fictional dreams,
No time to deal with two dimensional fiends, 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,
that's why I'm rockin' a watch,
What's a deadline when living on your own time?
I'm livin' slow, Pan style son,
You didn't know I never 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 in my left ear but my right can hear cause
I'm happily. So why you mad at me?
Cause your frustrations gave you hairs,
99% of your life's spent
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 immature than that cat from Sister-Sister,
If my parents me no I'm gonna do it anyway,
Experience will make sense than anything that they could ever say,

Forever playin' video until I'm sleepy,
Hawk's Pro Skater, please,
you'll never me,
So basically you're better off a bill or somethin',
Your mind is elderly, forty the hill or somethin',
I'm at heart,
forever be a kid I'm on some Tom Hanks shit,
you seen the movie big?
My is trapped in '85 the coolest place I've ever been in my life,
We watchin' Smurfs, cinnamon LIFE,
Never knew a rock, cause it was Fraggle,
The only pussy we knew was Snaggle,
mind's in the dirt,
We playin' 'til our hands hurt,
do you know about pourin' out a whole box of Trix to get the toy out,
(Scared to) go to cause somethin's under your bed,
(And all it) was one look to get them thoughts out your head,
(And then ya') fall right to sleep a worry in mind,
(That's why I) understand why cat's be hurryin' time,
And I don't wanna grow up I'm a Crab Kid,
And I the company of people I relate wit',
But if it down to it,
to with cat's that I despise,
I just close my 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 judged by the worldwide, coincide with the illest,
The is just fictional dreams,
No time to with 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