Luyện nghe bài hát Eighty-five

It seems like lately time be 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 just bringin' me back,
And every minute is a 'tiger uppercut' from Sagat,
I'm up against ropes,
and no tellin' if I win or not,
These are getting heavy,
it's fight or flight you know how goes,
clocks is chasin',
got me obstacles,
And every hour is a tightrope I walk with greasy shoes,
Still yet I got my tellin' me that I can't 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 line happiness and hopeless,
An even thinner line between on and out of focus,
BUT Back to my story about my from glory,
And how I from the fate time put before me,
say 'Be patient',
but what the fuck is patience when my is racin'?
Put in my situation,
Try to be humble,
you won't refrain getting' pissed,
When you look down to see you're fallin' right through abyss,
And to see visions,
memories you miss, simple things,
Like your first wish,

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

That's when you realize time was your worst nightmare,
And now you're stuck asking yourself 'Why 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 memory left,
The one that's obsolete was your first breath,

One to the next,
Clocks switch when you expect it and make the simplest shit complex,
The face got the planet fooled,
Books get by the covers worldwide, coincide with the illest,
The real is fictional 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 the day arrives all I got is eighty-five.

A can kill motivation,
that's why I'm rockin' a watch,
What's a deadline when you're living on your own
I'm livin' slow, Peter Pan 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 in my left ear but my right can hear cause
I'm happily. So why you mad at me?
Cause frustrations gave you grey hairs,
99% of your spent chasin'
nightmares, (GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE)
I'm crazy childish, just the habits,
I play with my food, my nose, and eat it damn it,
I pick my scabs, I be the first to pop a blister,
Cause I'm more immature than cat from Sister-Sister,
If my parents me no I'm gonna do it anyway,
Experience will make more sense than anything they could ever say,

Forever playin' video 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,
I'ma 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 watchin' Smurfs, cinnamon LIFE,
Never knew a crack rock, it was Fraggle,
The only pink we knew was Snaggle,
Your in the dirt,
We playin' Hungry-Hippo's 'til our hurt,
What do you know about pourin' out a box of Trix to get the toy out,
(Scared to) go to sleep somethin's under your bed,
(And all it) took was one to get them thoughts out your head,
(And ya') fall right to sleep without a worry in mind,
(That's why I) Can't understand why cat's be time,
And I wanna grow up I'm a Crab Apple 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 my eyes and drift away to Eighty-Five

One to the next,
Clocks switch when you least expect it and the simplest shit complex,
The face got the planet fooled,
Books get by the covers worldwide, coincide with the illest,
The real is fictional dreams,
No time to deal 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 the day arrives all I got is eighty-five