Luyện nghe bài hát Accordion

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Livin' off borrowed time, the tick faster
That'd be the hour knock the slick blaster
Dick Dastardly and Muttley with sick
A gun fight and they to cut the mixmaster
I-C-E cold, to be old
Y2G twice to threefold
He sold scrolls, lo and
Know who's the illest ever like the story told
Keep your glory, and glitter
For half, of his niggas'll take him out the picture
The other half is and don't mean shit-ta
a mixture between both with a twist of liquor
Chase it with more beer, taste it like truth or
When he the mic it's like the place get like: "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 clappin' if nobody hear it
And can testify from in the spirit
In living, the gods
Givin' y'all nothing but the lick like two
Got lyrics than the church got "Ooh Lords"
And he hold the mic and your like two swords
Or one with two blades on it
Hey you, touch the mic like it's AIDS on it
It's the end to the means
type of message that sends to the fiends
That's why he his own needles
And get more cheese than Doritos, or Fritos
Slip like
Your and last step to playin' yourself like accordion
When he had the mic you go next
Leaving pussy like why hoes need Kotex
Exercise index, need Bowflex
And won't the one with no skinny legs like Joe Tex