Luyện nghe bài hát Accepted Eclectic

we go:
Five, ten, fifteen, twenty,
Twenty-five, thirty, thrirty-five,
Forty-five, fifty, fifty-five,
Sixty-five, seventy, ways

in a maze
And start the
When they my cacoon
It was time to

Thinkin' like ten people, trapped in one
Sittin' in my sandbox, sand all me
anxious to get the mic in my hand
Now who wanna it up (I do)
Now who can rip it up (I can)

I like the ride of a man on a snowboard
When pick up the microphone I ask him what he flow for
Various degrees of technique that's of me
Never try to be something you and don't lie to me
and ivory
Keys on my piano
Tryin' to test some music, but the push my your hand away
as the alphabet
Hard as solid
Pure as the driven
on your block
Mark my territory then I'm back in it when
Laughin' w/ the tears of a clown when I

I'm manic-depresive since I was an adolescent
But I panic in a sesion when I'm bussin'
Cussin' a sailor,
With a bottle of jagermeister
Ready for whatever this world has to me

it won't get off of me
And never ever me
I'm one w/ the
The energy has me
Bet you why you got flaws in your character
Cause you're in the ass-crack of america

I just want to you all but
All I do is at ya
You can have a of this
Or maybe hit marija
Wanna if you but
If not, stay
But, me in the mix boy
up next to plug three

Talkin' out the side of neck it ain't a remedy
I just want the whole wide to remember me
I don't want to to think you're working for the enemy
Sbotage. you conquer this energy

You can be the of attention if you want to
My party is in the room and
We're having fun too
(so I'd like to the monkey that's in back of you)
All I to do is get rid of all the wack in you

Do not get offended no I'm not attacking you
I don't have to do nothin', the rapper's start you
I should just give you a taste of reality
Welcome to my art
Its not about a

Take two of these a day and burn a couple
Me and the mic are like and malory
Rockin' a b-boy
of my anatomy
Hands on groin'
You can join this

Accepted...

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we go:
Five, ten, fifteen, twenty,
Twenty-five, thirty, thrirty-five,
Forty-five, fifty, fifty-five,
Sixty-five, seventy, ways

Today's in a
And the craze
Accepted the phrase that pays
Old eddy hayes time to blaze
One of l.a.'s born and raised

Now that we've got ourselves a little acquainted
it about time I get this picture painted
I am you call a psycho-analytical
Critical thinker of the we all need

I I'm running out of brain space in my hard-drive
Plus I need a memory-card for my control
Throw that up so I can see your finger-tips
I'm about to rip it up better than

I had a crazy-people party and invited you
I didn't my underground hip hop excited you
Now that I know fact then I'm gonna throw it right at you
I want to give you everything you're entitled to
Down in the leimert park, hangin' w/ the
Every now and then I've got to take'em back to school
you should call me your hip hop counselor
I'll be on the rhythm when the beats bouncin' up

I'll give you a just to get yourself together and
We can have a sing-along, all and and
to the netherlands, sisteren and brethren
B-boy benevolence, of a feather and
It matter what you say
We all are
Some are on a rap path, are mis-directed
When I say "who wrecked it" like they expected
Aceyaloney-boy, accepted

....eclectic

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