Luyện nghe bài hát Eighty-five Sie One Remix

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 plug but I can't it,
This belt keeps bringin' me back,
And minute is like a 'tiger uppercut' from Sagat,
I'm up against ropes,
and ain't no if I win or not,
gloves are getting heavy,
it's fight or flight you know how goes,
Facin' is chasin',
got me obstacles,
And every hour is a tightrope I walk with greasy shoes,
yet I got my conscience tellin' me that I can't lose,
So every time I slippin' ego's start trippin',
I real hard and levitate just like I'm GOD,
And I'm lovely,
I'm in the clouds no one me,
With the gift to differentiate snakes from those that me,
There's a thin between happiness and hopeless,
An even thinner line on point and out of focus,
BUT Back to my story about my fall glory,
And how I levitate from the fate 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 from getting' pissed,
you look down to see you're fallin' right through time's abyss,
And to see visions,
memories you really miss, things,
Like your birthday wish,

first girlfriend,
Your love,
Your French kiss,
Your first feeling hate,
The time you got dissed,
Your day of school,
very first college class,
Your time touchin' titties,
time you got ass,
Your time learnin' wrong from right,
lonely night,
The first you got your ass whooped in
Your real fight,
Your triple-double dare,
Your first hair,
Your time watchin' Jason,
Your 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 ever losin' this battle 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 the simplest shit complex,

The baby face got the fooled,
Books get judged by the covers worldwide, with the illest,
The is just fictional dreams,
No time to deal with two dimensional fiends, shit 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 slow, Peter Pan style son,
You didn't know I 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' sweets 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 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 immature that cat from Sister-Sister,
If my tell me no I'm gonna do it anyway,
Experience will more sense than anything that they could ever say,

Forever playin' video until I'm sleepy,
Hawk's Pro Skater, please,
you'll beat me,
So basically better off paying a bill or somethin',
Your mind is elderly, forty over the or somethin',
I'm at heart,
I'ma be a kid I'm on some Tom Hanks shit,
you ever seen the big?
My heart is trapped in '85 the place I've ever been in my life,
We Smurfs, eatin' cinnamon LIFE,
Never knew a rock, cause 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 about 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) was one look to get them thoughts out your head,
(And then ya') fall right to 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 the company of people I relate wit',
But if it down to it,
to deal cat's that I despise,
I just close my 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 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 'til the day arrives all I got is