Luyện nghe bài hát Eighty-five Sie One Remix

It seems like time be beatin' my ass,
Every is like a right hook from Iron Mike Tyson in his prime,
like my mind is on a tredmill,
I'm bullets,
see the plug but I can't it,
belt just keeps bringin' me back,
And every minute is like a 'tiger uppercut' Sagat,
I'm up against ropes,
and no tellin' if I win or not,
gloves are getting heavy,
it's fight or you know how that goes,
clocks is chasin',
got me obstacles,
And hour 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 start slippin' ego's trippin',
I focus real hard and just like I'm GOD,
And I'm lovely,
I'm in the no one above me,
With the gift to differentiate from those that love me,
There's a line between happiness and hopeless,
An even thinner line between on and out of focus,
BUT Back to my about my fall from glory,
And how I levitate from the fate 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 getting' pissed,
When you look down to see you're fallin' through time's abyss,
And to see visions,
memories you really miss, things,
Like your first wish,

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

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

One to the next,
Clocks switch when you least it and make the simplest shit complex,

The baby face got the fooled,
Books get by the covers worldwide, coincide with the illest,
The is just 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 'til the day all I got is eighty-five.

A clock can motivation,
that's why I'm never a watch,
a deadline when you're living on your own time?
I'm livin' slow, Pan style son,
You didn't know I never 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' sweets until my teeth 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 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,
Plus I pick my scabs, I be the 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 that they ever say,

playin' video games until I'm sleepy,
Tony Pro Skater, please,
never beat me,
So basically better off paying a bill or somethin',
mind is elderly, forty over the hill or somethin',
I'm at heart,
I'ma forever be a kid I'm on Tom Hanks shit,
you seen the movie big?
My heart is trapped in '85 the place I've ever been in my life,
We watchin' Smurfs, eatin' LIFE,
Never a crack rock, cause it was Fraggle,
The only pink pussy we was Snaggle,
Your in the dirt,
We playin' 'til our hands hurt,
What do you know about pourin' out a box of Trix to get the toy out,
(Scared to) go to sleep cause under your bed,
(And all it) took was one look to get them out your head,
(And ya') fall right to sleep without a worry in mind,
(That's why I) Can't why cat's be hurryin' time,
And I wanna grow up I'm a Crab Apple Kid,
And I enjoy the company of I relate wit',
But if it comes to it,
to deal with cat's I despise,
I just close my and drift 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,
Books get judged by the worldwide, coincide with the illest,
The real is just dreams,
No time to 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