Luyện nghe bài hát Eighty-five

It seems like lately be beatin' my ass,
Every step is like a right hook from Mike Tyson in his prime,
It's my mind is on a tredmill,
I'm bullets,
see the but I can't pull it,
This belt keeps bringin' me back,
And every minute is like a uppercut' from Sagat,
I'm up these ropes,
and no tellin' if I win or not,
gloves are getting heavy,
it's or flight you know how that goes,
Facin' is chasin',
got me obstacles,
And every is like a tightrope I walk with greasy shoes,
Still yet I got my conscience me that I can't lose,
So every time I start slippin' start trippin',
I focus real hard and levitate like I'm GOD,
And I'm lovely,
I'm in the no one above me,
With the gift to differentiate snakes those that love me,
There's a thin line between and hopeless,
An even thinner between on point and out of focus,
BUT Back to my story my fall from glory,
And how I from 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 refrain from 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,
Your love,
Your first kiss,
Your time feeling hate,
The first you got dissed,
first day of school,
Your very college class,
first time touchin' titties,
First you got ass,
Your time learnin' wrong from right,
First night,
The first time you got ass whooped in
Your real fight,
Your first dare,
Your first hair,
first time watchin' Jason,
Your nightmare,

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

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 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 the day arrives all I got is eighty-five.

A clock can motivation,
why I'm never rockin' a watch,
What's a deadline when you're living on your own
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' 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 you grey hairs,
99% of your life's spent
American nightmares, (GET THE OUT OF HERE)
I'm childish, just 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 than that cat from Sister-Sister,
If my tell me no I'm gonna do it anyway,
Experience will make more sense than anything that could ever say,

Forever playin' video games I'm sleepy,
Tony Pro Skater, please,
you'll beat me,
So basically you're better off paying a or somethin',
Your mind is elderly, forty over the 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 been in my life,
We Smurfs, eatin' cinnamon LIFE,
Never a crack rock, cause it was Fraggle,
The only pink pussy we was Snaggle,
mind's in the dirt,
We playin' Hungry-Hippo's our hands 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 then ya') fall 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 enjoy the of people I relate wit',
But if it down to it,
to deal with that I despise,
I just close my 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,
Books get judged by the worldwide, coincide with the illest,
The real is 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