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 but I can't pull it,
This just keeps bringin' me back,
And every minute is like a 'tiger uppercut' Sagat,
I'm up against ropes,
and ain't no if I win or not,
These are getting heavy,
it's fight or flight you how that goes,
clocks is chasin',
got me obstacles,
And every is like a tightrope I walk with greasy shoes,
Still yet I got my tellin' me that I can't lose,
So every time I slippin' ego's start trippin',
I real hard and levitate just like I'm GOD,
And I'm lovely,
I'm in the no one above me,
With the to differentiate snakes from those that love me,
There's a thin line between 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 from the 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,
memories you miss, simple things,
Like first birthday wish,

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

That's when you realize time was your worst nightmare,
And now you're asking yourself 'Why ain't life fair?',
You get to the bottom,
see the end of line,
first time ever losin' this battle with time,
But right you meet your 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 face got the fooled,
Books get by the covers worldwide, coincide with the illest,
The real is fictional dreams,
No to deal 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.

A clock can motivation,
that's why I'm never a watch,
What's a deadline you're living on your own time?
I'm livin' slow, Pan style son,
You didn't know I never up,
my mind is set at six 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 sweets 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?
your frustrations gave you grey hairs,
99% of life's spent chasin'
American nightmares, (GET THE OUT OF HERE)
I'm childish, just check the habits,
I play with my food, my nose, and eat it damn it,
Plus I pick my scabs, I be the to pop a blister,
I'm more immature than that cat from Sister-Sister,
If my tell me no I'm gonna do it anyway,
Experience will make more than anything that they could ever say,

playin' video games until I'm sleepy,
Tony Pro Skater, please,
you'll beat me,
So basically you're off paying a bill or somethin',
Your mind is elderly, over the hill or somethin',
I'm at heart,
I'ma forever be a kid I'm on Tom Hanks shit,
you ever seen the big?
My is trapped in '85 the coolest place I've ever been in my life,
We watchin' Smurfs, cinnamon LIFE,
knew a crack rock, cause it was Fraggle,
The only pink pussy we was Snaggle,
mind's in the dirt,
We Hungry-Hippo's 'til our hands hurt,
do you know about 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 then ya') fall right to sleep without a in mind,
(That's why I) Can't why cat's be hurryin' time,
And I don't wanna grow up I'm a Apple Kid,
And I enjoy the company of I relate wit',
But if it down to it,
to deal cat's that 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,
get judged by the covers worldwide, coincide with the illest,
The real is just 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 'til the day all I got is eighty-five