Luyện nghe bài hát Eighty-five

It seems like lately time be my ass,
Every step is like a right 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 belt keeps bringin' me back,
And every minute is like a uppercut' from Sagat,
I'm up against ropes,
and no tellin' if I win or not,
gloves are getting heavy,
it's or flight you know how that goes,
clocks 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 levitate like I'm GOD,
And I'm lovely,
I'm in the clouds no one me,
With the to differentiate snakes from those that love me,
a thin line between happiness and hopeless,
An thinner line between on point and out of focus,
BUT Back to my story about my from glory,
And how I levitate the fate time 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,
When you look down to see you're right through time's abyss,
And to see visions,
you really miss, simple things,
Like your birthday wish,

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

That's when you realize that was your worst nightmare,
And now you're stuck yourself 'Why ain't life fair?',
You get to the bottom,
see the end of line,
Your first time ever losin' battle with time,
But right before you your death,
one more left,
The one that's obsolete 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 judged by the covers worldwide, coincide 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,
a deadline when you're living on your own time?
I'm slow, Peter Pan style son,
You didn't know I never 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 eatin' until my teeth fall 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 gave you hairs,
99% of your life's spent
American nightmares, (GET THE OUT OF HERE)
I'm childish, just check the habits,
I play my food, pick my nose, and eat it damn it,
Plus I my scabs, I be the first to pop a blister,
Cause I'm more than that cat from Sister-Sister,
If my tell me no I'm gonna do it anyway,
Experience will make 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 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 ever the movie big?
My heart is trapped in '85 the coolest place I've ever in my life,
We Smurfs, eatin' cinnamon LIFE,
knew a crack rock, cause it was Fraggle,
The pink pussy we knew was Snaggle,
mind's in the dirt,
We playin' '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 under 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) Can't why cat's be hurryin' time,
And I wanna grow 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 away to Eighty-Five

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