Luyện nghe bài hát Eighty-five Sie One Remix

It seems lately time be beatin' my ass,
Every step is like a hook from Iron Mike Tyson in his prime,
like my mind is on a tredmill,
I'm bullets,
see the plug but I pull it,
This belt just keeps me back,
And every is like a 'tiger uppercut' from Sagat,
I'm up against ropes,
and no tellin' if I win or not,
These gloves are heavy,
it's or flight you know how that goes,
clocks is chasin',
got me obstacles,
And every hour is like a tightrope I walk greasy shoes,
Still yet I got my conscience tellin' me 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 no one above me,
With the gift to differentiate snakes from those that me,
There's a thin line between and hopeless,
An even thinner between on point and out of focus,
BUT to my story about my fall from glory,
And how I levitate from the 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 from getting' 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 French kiss,
Your time feeling hate,
The first you got dissed,
Your day of school,
very first college class,
Your time touchin' titties,
First you got ass,
Your first learnin' wrong from 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 that time was your worst 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 losin' this battle with time,
But before you meet your death,
one more left,
The only one that's obsolete was your breath,

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

The baby got the planet fooled,
Books get by the covers worldwide, coincide with the illest,
The real is just dreams,
No time to deal with two dimensional fiends, shit hit's the fan with every 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 can kill motivation,
that's why I'm never a watch,
What's a deadline when living on your own time?
I'm livin' slow, Peter Pan son,
You didn't I never grow up,
my mind is set at six 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 ear but my right can hear cause
I'm happily. So why you mad at me?
Cause your frustrations you grey hairs,
99% of your life's spent
American nightmares, (GET THE 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 make more sense anything that they could ever say,

Forever playin' video games I'm sleepy,
Hawk's Pro Skater, please,
you'll never me,
So basically you're 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 ever seen the big?
My heart is trapped in '85 the coolest place I've ever in my life,
We watchin' Smurfs, eatin' LIFE,
Never a crack rock, cause it was Fraggle,
The pink pussy we knew was Snaggle,
mind's in the dirt,
We playin' 'til our hands hurt,
do you know 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 sleep a worry in mind,
(That's why I) Can't understand why be hurryin' time,
And I wanna grow up I'm a Crab Apple Kid,
And I enjoy the of people I relate wit',
But if it comes to it,
to deal with that I despise,
I just my eyes and drift away to Eighty-Five

One to the next,
Clocks switch when you least it and make the simplest shit complex,
The baby face got the fooled,
Books get judged by the covers worldwide, with the illest,
The real is just 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 arrives all I got is