Luyện nghe bài hát Eighty-five

It seems like lately time be my ass,
Every 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 but I can't pull it,
This belt keeps bringin' me back,
And every minute is like a 'tiger from Sagat,
I'm up against ropes,
and no tellin' if I win or not,
These gloves are heavy,
it's fight or flight you know how goes,
Facin' is chasin',
got me obstacles,
And every hour is like a tightrope I 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 no one above me,
With the gift to differentiate snakes from those that me,
There's a thin between happiness and hopeless,
An even thinner line between on and out of focus,
BUT Back to my story my fall from glory,
And how I levitate the fate time put before me,
say 'Be patient',
but what the fuck is patience my heart is racin'?
Put in my situation,
Try to be humble,
you won't refrain from pissed,
When you look down to see fallin' right through time's abyss,
And to see visions,
memories you really miss, things,
Like your first wish,

Your girlfriend,
Your love,
Your first 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 time you got ass whooped in
Your first fight,
Your first dare,
Your first hair,
Your first time Jason,
Your nightmare,

That's when you realize that 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,
Your first time ever losin' battle with time,
But before you meet your death,
one more 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 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 the day arrives all I got is eighty-five.

A clock can motivation,
that's why I'm rockin' a watch,
a deadline when you're living on your own time?
I'm livin' slow, Pan style son,
You didn't know I grow 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 frustrations gave you grey hairs,
99% of your spent chasin'
American nightmares, (GET THE OUT OF HERE)
I'm crazy childish, check the habits,
I with 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 more than that cat from Sister-Sister,
If my tell me no I'm gonna do it anyway,
Experience make more sense than anything that they could ever say,

playin' video games until I'm sleepy,
Tony Pro Skater, please,
you'll never me,
So basically you're better off a bill 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 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 crack rock, it was Fraggle,
The only pussy we knew was Snaggle,
Your in the dirt,
We Hungry-Hippo's '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 don't wanna grow up I'm a Crab Kid,
And I the company of people I relate wit',
But if it comes 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 you least expect it and make the simplest shit complex,
The face 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 with every of a hand,
be a man eventually,
When the kid in me is satisfied, but the day arrives all I got is eighty-five