Luyện nghe bài hát Eighty-five Sie One Remix

It seems lately time be beatin' my ass,
Every is like a right hook from Iron Mike Tyson in his prime,
It's like my is on a tredmill,
I'm bullets,
see the plug but I can't it,
This just 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,
These gloves are heavy,
fight or flight you know how that goes,
Facin' is chasin',
got me obstacles,
And every hour is a tightrope I walk with greasy shoes,
Still yet I got my conscience tellin' me that I lose,
So time I start slippin' ego's start 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 snakes those that love me,
There's a thin line happiness and hopeless,
An even thinner line between on and out of focus,
BUT Back to my story about my from glory,
And how I levitate from the fate time put 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 refrain getting' pissed,
When you look down to see you're fallin' through time's abyss,
And to see visions,
you really miss, simple things,
Like first birthday wish,

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

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

One to the next,
Clocks switch when you expect 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 fictional dreams,
No time to deal with two dimensional fiends, shit hit's the fan with 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 can kill motivation,
why I'm never rockin' a watch,
What's a deadline when you're on your own time?
I'm slow, Peter Pan style son,
You didn't I never grow up,
my mind is set at six old,
As far as I'm concerned this grown-up 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 left ear but my can hear cause
I'm happily. So why you mad at me?
your frustrations gave you grey hairs,
99% of life's spent chasin'
nightmares, (GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE)
I'm crazy childish, check 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,
I'm more immature than that cat from Sister-Sister,
If my tell me no I'm gonna do it anyway,
Experience will make more sense than anything that they could say,

Forever playin' video until I'm sleepy,
Hawk's Pro Skater, please,
you'll beat me,
So basically you're better off paying a or somethin',
Your mind is elderly, forty the hill or somethin',
I'm at heart,
forever be a kid I'm on some Tom Hanks shit,
you ever seen the movie
My heart is trapped in '85 the coolest I've ever been in my life,
We Smurfs, eatin' cinnamon LIFE,
Never knew a crack rock, it was Fraggle,
The only pink pussy we was Snaggle,
Your in the dirt,
We playin' Hungry-Hippo's 'til our hurt,
What do you know about 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 thoughts out your head,
(And then ya') fall right to sleep without a in mind,
(That's why I) understand why cat's be hurryin' time,
And I don't wanna grow up I'm a Apple Kid,
And I enjoy the company of people I wit',
But if it down to it,
to deal with 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 make the shit complex,
The baby got the planet fooled,
Books get judged by the covers worldwide, 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 arrives all I got is