Luyện nghe bài hát Accordion

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Livin' off time, the clock tick faster
That'd be the hour they the slick blaster
Dick and Muttley with sick laughter
A gun fight and come to cut the mixmaster
cold, nice to be old
Y2G stee to threefold
He sold scrolls, lo and
who's the illest ever like the greatest story told
Keep your glory, and glitter
For half, half of his take him out the picture
The other is rich and don't mean shit-ta
Villain a mixture both with a twist of liquor
Chase it with more beer, taste it like truth or
When he have the mic it's like the place get "Ah yeah!"
It's like they know what's to happen
Just ya eye out, like "aye, aye captain"
Is he still a fly guy if nobody ain't hear it
And can they from in the spirit
In living, the gods
y'all nothing but the lick like two broads
Got more lyrics than the got "Ooh Lords"
And he hold the mic and your attention two swords
Or even one two blades on it
Hey you, don't the mic like it's AIDS on it
It's the end to the means
Fucked type of that sends to the fiends
why he brings his own needles
And get more than Doritos, Cheetos or Fritos
Slip like
Your first and last step to playin' like accordion
he had the mic you don't go next
Leaving pussy cats like why hoes need
Exercise index, need Bowflex
And take the one with no skinny legs like Joe Tex