Luyện nghe bài hát Eighty-five

It seems like time be beatin' my ass,
Every step is like a right hook from Iron Mike in his prime,
It's like my is on a tredmill,
I'm bullets,
see the plug but I pull it,
This belt just keeps me back,
And every minute is like a 'tiger from Sagat,
I'm up these 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 walk greasy shoes,
Still yet I got my conscience tellin' me I can't lose,
So every time I start ego's start trippin',
I focus real hard and levitate just I'm GOD,
And I'm lovely,
I'm in the clouds no one me,
With the gift to differentiate snakes those that love me,
There's a line between happiness 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 when my heart is
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,
Like your first wish,

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

That's when you realize that time was your 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 your death,
one memory left,
The only one that's obsolete was your 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 worldwide, coincide with the illest,
The real is fictional dreams,
No time to deal with two dimensional fiends, shit hit's the fan with 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,
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 didn't know I grow up,
my is set at six years old,
As far as I'm this grown-up shit is for the birds,
So the skittles,
Fruits, the Now N Laters, and Nerds,
I'm eatin' sweets until my teeth fall out and I 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 life's chasin'
American nightmares, (GET THE OUT OF HERE)
I'm crazy childish, check the habits,
I play my food, pick my nose, and eat it damn it,
I pick my scabs, I be the first to pop a blister,
Cause I'm immature than that cat from Sister-Sister,
If my parents tell me no I'm do it anyway,
Experience will more sense than anything that they could ever say,

Forever playin' games until I'm sleepy,
Hawk's Pro Skater, please,
you'll never me,
So basically you're better off paying a or somethin',
Your is elderly, forty over the hill or somethin',
I'm at heart,
forever be a kid I'm on some Tom Hanks shit,
you ever seen the movie
My heart is trapped in '85 the place I've ever been in my life,
We Smurfs, eatin' cinnamon LIFE,
knew a crack rock, cause it was Fraggle,
The only pink pussy we was Snaggle,
Your in the dirt,
We playin' Hungry-Hippo's 'til our hurt,
What do you know pourin' out a whole 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 ya') fall right to sleep without a worry 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 deal with cat's I despise,
I just close my eyes and drift to Eighty-Five

One to the next,
Clocks switch when you least expect it and make the shit complex,
The baby got the planet fooled,
get judged by the covers worldwide, coincide with the illest,
The real is just 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 arrives all I got is