Luyện nghe bài hát Eighty-five

It like lately time be beatin' my ass,
Every step is like a hook from Iron Mike Tyson in his prime,
It's like my is on a tredmill,
I'm bullets,
see the but I can't pull it,
belt just 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,
clocks is chasin',
got me obstacles,
And every hour is like a tightrope I walk with shoes,
Still yet I got my conscience tellin' me 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 clouds no one me,
With the gift to differentiate snakes from 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 about my fall from glory,
And how I from 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 you're right through time's abyss,
And to see visions,
memories you miss, simple things,
your first birthday wish,

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

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

One to the next,
Clocks switch when you least expect it and make the 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 the day arrives all I got is eighty-five.

A clock can motivation,
that's why I'm rockin' a watch,
What's a deadline when living on your own time?
I'm livin' slow, Pan style son,
You know I never grow up,
my mind is set at six old,
As far as I'm concerned this 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 cause
I'm happily. So why you mad at me?
your 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 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 immature than that cat Sister-Sister,
If my parents me no I'm gonna do it anyway,
Experience will more sense than anything that they could ever say,

Forever playin' games until I'm sleepy,
Tony Pro Skater, please,
never 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 some Tom shit,
you ever seen the movie
My heart is trapped in '85 the coolest place I've ever in my life,
We watchin' Smurfs, eatin' LIFE,
Never knew a crack rock, it was Fraggle,
The only pink pussy we was Snaggle,
mind's in the dirt,
We playin' Hungry-Hippo's 'til our hurt,
What do you know pourin' out a whole box of Trix to get the toy out,
(Scared to) go to cause somethin's under your bed,
(And all it) took was one look to get them out your head,
(And then ya') fall 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 enjoy the company of people I wit',
But if it comes to it,
to deal with cat's I despise,
I just close my eyes and drift away to

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 is just 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