Luyện nghe bài hát Eighty-five Sie One Remix

It like lately time be beatin' my ass,
Every step is like a hook from Iron 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 every minute is like a 'tiger from Sagat,
I'm up these ropes,
and no tellin' if I win or not,
These gloves are heavy,
it's fight or you know how that goes,
Facin' is chasin',
got me obstacles,
And every hour is like a I walk with greasy shoes,
yet I got my conscience tellin' me that I can't lose,
So every time I start slippin' start trippin',
I focus real 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 those that love me,
There's a line between happiness and hopeless,
An thinner line between on point and out of focus,
BUT Back to my story my fall from glory,
And how I from the fate time put before me,
say 'Be patient',
but what the fuck is patience when my heart is
Put in my situation,
Try to be humble,
you won't refrain from pissed,
When you look down to see you're fallin' right time's abyss,
And to see visions,
memories you miss, simple things,
Like first birthday wish,

first girlfriend,
Your love,
Your French 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,
Your first time learnin' wrong right,
First night,
The first time you got ass whooped in
first real fight,
Your triple-double dare,
Your pubic hair,
Your first time Jason,
first nightmare,

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

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

The baby got the planet fooled,
Books get judged by the covers worldwide, 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 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 you're living on your own
I'm livin' slow, Peter Pan 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' sweets until my fall out and I can't see
And I'm deaf in my 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 life's chasin'
American nightmares, (GET THE OUT OF HERE)
I'm childish, just check the habits,
I play with my food, pick my nose, and eat it it,
Plus I my scabs, I be the first to pop a blister,
Cause I'm immature than that cat from Sister-Sister,
If my parents tell me no I'm do it anyway,
Experience will make 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 better off paying a bill or somethin',
mind 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 seen the movie big?
My heart is trapped in '85 the coolest I've ever been in my life,
We Smurfs, eatin' cinnamon LIFE,
Never a crack rock, cause it was Fraggle,
The pink pussy 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 cause somethin's under your bed,
(And all it) was one look to get them thoughts out your head,
(And then ya') right to sleep without a worry in mind,
(That's why I) Can't understand why cat's be time,
And I don't wanna grow up I'm a Crab Kid,
And I enjoy the company of people I wit',
But if it comes to it,
to with cat's that I despise,
I just close my and drift away to Eighty-Five

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