Luyện nghe bài hát Accordian

Livin' off borrowed time, the clock tick
That'd be the hour they the slick blaster
Dick Dastardly and with sick laughter
A gun fight and they come to cut the

I C E cold, to be old
Y2G steed to threefold
He sold scrolls, lo and
Know who's the ever like the greatest story told

your glory, gold and glitter
For have half of his niggaz'll take him out the
The other is rich and don't mean shit-ta
Villain a between both with a twist of liquor

Chase it with more beer, it like truth or dare
When he have the mic like the place get like, Oh yeah!
It's like they know 'bout to happen
Just keep ya eye out, like, Aye, aye
Is he still a fly guy clappin' if ain't hear it
And can testify from inner spirit

In living, the gods
y'all nothing but the lick like two broads
Got lyrics than the church got, Ooh Lords
And he hold the mic and attention like two swords

Or even one two blades on it
Hey you, don't the mic like it's AIDS on it
like the end to the means
Fucked of message that sends to the fiends

That's why he brings his own
And get more cheese than Doritos, Cheetos or
Slip like
Your first and last step to playin' yourself like

he had the mic you don't go next
Leaving pussy cats like hoes need Kotex
Exercise index need Boflex
And take the one with no skinny legs like Joe Tex