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

Today's in a
And the craze
When they my cacoon
It was time to

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

I like the ride of a man on a snowboard
When they pick up the microphone I ask him he flow for
Various degrees of that's inside of me
Never try to be something you and don't lie to me
and ivory
Keys on my playin'
Tryin' to test some music, but the rhythm my your hand away
as the alphabet
Hard as rock
Pure as the driven
Pissin' on your
Mark my territory I'm right back in it when
Laughin' w/ the of a clown when I grin

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

Plus it get off of me
And ever test me
I'm one w/ the
The energy has me
Bet you why you got flaws in your character
Cause you're caught in the of america

I want to help you all but
All I do is at ya
You can have a of this
Or maybe hit this
Wanna if you but
If not, drug-free
But, me in the mix boy
Right up next to three

Talkin' out the side of your neck it a remedy
I just want the whole world to remember me
I want to have to think you're working for the enemy
Sbotage. you can't conquer energy

You can be the of attention if you want to
My party is in the room and
We're just fun too
(so I'd to signify 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 because no I'm not you
I have to do nothin', the rapper's start smackin' you
Maybe I just give you a taste of reality
Welcome to my art
Its not a salary

Take two of a day and burn a couple calories
Me and the mic are mickey and malory
Rockin' a b-boy
Part of my
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 eclectic the phrase pays
Old eddy it's time to blaze
One of l.a.'s born and raised

Now we've got ourselves a little more acquainted
it about time I get this picture painted
I am what you call a
Critical of the formulas we all need

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

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

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

....eclectic

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