Luyện nghe bài hát Eighty-five

It seems like lately time be my ass,
Every step is like a right hook from Iron Mike in his prime,
like my mind is on a tredmill,
I'm bullets,
see the plug but I pull it,
This just keeps bringin' me back,
And every minute is a 'tiger uppercut' from Sagat,
I'm up against ropes,
and no tellin' if I win or not,
These are getting heavy,
fight or flight you know how that goes,
Facin' is chasin',
got me obstacles,
And every is like a tightrope I walk with greasy shoes,
Still yet I got my tellin' me that I can't lose,
So every time I start slippin' start trippin',
I focus real hard and levitate like I'm GOD,
And I'm lovely,
I'm in the clouds no one me,
With the gift to differentiate snakes from that love me,
There's a thin line between and hopeless,
An even thinner between on point and out of focus,
BUT to my story about my fall from glory,
And how I from the fate time put before me,
say 'Be patient',
but what the fuck is patience when my heart is
Put in my situation,
Try to be humble,
you won't refrain from pissed,
When you look down to see you're right through time's abyss,
And to see visions,
you really miss, simple things,
Like your birthday wish,

first girlfriend,
Your love,
first French kiss,
Your first feeling hate,
The first you got dissed,
first day of school,
Your first college class,
Your time touchin' titties,
time you got ass,
Your first time wrong from right,
First night,
The first time you got your ass in
Your first fight,
Your triple-double dare,
Your pubic hair,
Your first time Jason,
first nightmare,

That's when you realize that time was worst nightmare,
And now you're stuck asking yourself 'Why ain't fair?',
You get to the bottom,
see the end of line,
Your first time ever losin' this battle time,
But before you meet your death,
one more left,
The one that's obsolete was your first breath,

One to the next,
Clocks switch when you least it and make the simplest shit complex,
The face got the planet fooled,
get judged by the covers worldwide, coincide with the illest,
The is just fictional dreams,
No time to deal with two dimensional fiends, shit hit's the fan every click of a hand,
be a man eventually,
When the kid in me is satisfied, but the day arrives all I got is eighty-five.

A can kill motivation,
that's why I'm never a watch,
What's a deadline when you're living on your own
I'm slow, Peter Pan style son,
You know I never grow up,
my is set at six years old,
As far as I'm concerned grown-up shit is for the birds,
So the skittles,
Fruits, the Now N Laters, and Nerds,
I'm eatin' sweets until my teeth fall out and I see
And I'm in my left ear but my right can hear cause
I'm happily. So why you mad at me?
your frustrations gave you grey hairs,
99% of your spent chasin'
American nightmares, (GET THE OUT OF HERE)
I'm childish, just check the habits,
I play my food, pick my nose, and eat it damn it,
Plus I my scabs, I be the first to pop a blister,
Cause I'm more immature than that cat Sister-Sister,
If my tell me no I'm gonna do it anyway,
Experience will make more sense than anything that they ever say,

Forever playin' video games I'm sleepy,
Tony Pro Skater, please,
you'll beat me,
So basically better off paying a bill or somethin',
Your mind is elderly, forty the hill or somethin',
I'm at heart,
I'ma forever be a kid I'm on some Tom shit,
you ever the movie big?
My is trapped in '85 the coolest place I've ever been in my life,
We watchin' Smurfs, cinnamon LIFE,
knew a crack rock, cause it was Fraggle,
The only pussy we knew was Snaggle,
mind's in the dirt,
We playin' Hungry-Hippo's 'til our hurt,
What do you know about pourin' out a whole box of to get the toy out,
(Scared to) go to sleep cause somethin's under bed,
(And all it) took was one look to get thoughts out your head,
(And ya') fall right to sleep without a worry in mind,
(That's why I) Can't why cat's be hurryin' time,
And I don't grow up I'm a Crab Apple Kid,
And I enjoy the company of people I wit',
But if it down to it,
to deal with that I despise,
I just my eyes and drift away to Eighty-Five

One to the next,
Clocks when you least expect it and make the simplest shit complex,
The baby face got the fooled,
Books get judged by the worldwide, coincide with the illest,
The real is fictional dreams,
No time to deal with two dimensional fiends, shit the fan with every click of a hand,
be a man eventually,
When the kid in me is satisfied, but the day arrives all I got is eighty-five