Luyện nghe bài hát Eighty-five

It seems like lately be beatin' my ass,
Every step is a right hook from Iron Mike Tyson in his prime,
like my mind is on a tredmill,
I'm bullets,
see the plug but I pull it,
This belt 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,
it's fight or flight you know how goes,
clocks is chasin',
got me obstacles,
And every hour is like a tightrope I walk greasy shoes,
yet I got my conscience tellin' me that I can't lose,
So time I start slippin' ego's start trippin',
I focus real hard and levitate just I'm GOD,
And I'm lovely,
I'm in the clouds no one me,
With the gift to differentiate snakes from those that me,
There's a thin line between and hopeless,
An even thinner between on point and out of focus,
BUT Back to my story about my fall glory,
And how I levitate from the time put before me,
say 'Be patient',
but what the fuck is patience my heart is racin'?
Put in my situation,
Try to be humble,
you won't refrain from pissed,
When you look to see you're fallin' right through time's abyss,
And to see visions,
memories you really miss, things,
Like your birthday wish,

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

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

One to the next,
Clocks switch when you least it and make the simplest shit complex,
The baby face got the fooled,
get judged by the covers 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.

A clock can motivation,
that's why I'm never a watch,
What's a when you're living on your own time?
I'm slow, Peter Pan style son,
You didn't know I grow up,
my is set at six years old,
As far as I'm this 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 deaf in my left ear but my right can cause
I'm happily. So why you mad at me?
Cause your gave you grey hairs,
99% of your life's spent
nightmares, (GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE)
I'm crazy childish, 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 parents tell me no I'm do it anyway,
Experience will make more than anything that they could ever say,

Forever playin' games until I'm sleepy,
Tony Pro Skater, please,
you'll beat me,
So basically you're better off paying a or somethin',
Your mind is elderly, over the hill or somethin',
I'm at heart,
I'ma forever be a kid I'm on some Tom shit,
you seen the movie big?
My heart is trapped in '85 the place I've ever been in my life,
We watchin' Smurfs, eatin' 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 our hands hurt,
do you know about pourin' out a whole box of Trix to get the toy out,
(Scared to) go to cause somethin's under your bed,
(And all it) took was one look to get thoughts out your head,
(And then ya') fall right to sleep without a in mind,
(That's why I) Can't understand why be hurryin' time,
And I don't wanna grow up I'm a Crab Kid,
And I the company of people I relate wit',
But if it comes to it,
to with cat's that I despise,
I just close my and drift away to Eighty-Five

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