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,
It's my mind is on a tredmill,
I'm bullets,
see the plug but I can't it,
This belt just bringin' me back,
And every minute is a 'tiger uppercut' from Sagat,
I'm up these ropes,
and ain't no if I win or not,
These gloves are heavy,
fight or flight you know how that goes,
Facin' is chasin',
got me obstacles,
And every hour is like a tightrope I walk with shoes,
Still yet I got my conscience me that I can't lose,
So time I start slippin' ego's start trippin',
I real hard and levitate just like I'm GOD,
And I'm lovely,
I'm in the clouds no one me,
With the gift to differentiate snakes from those love me,
a thin line between happiness 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 fate put before me,
say 'Be patient',
but what the fuck is patience when my is racin'?
Put in my situation,
Try to be humble,
you refrain from getting' pissed,
When you look down to see you're fallin' right through abyss,
And to see visions,
memories you miss, simple things,
Like first birthday wish,

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

That's you realize that time was your 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 losin' this battle with time,
But right you meet your death,
one more left,
The only one that's obsolete was first breath,

One to the next,
Clocks switch when you least it and make the simplest shit complex,
The baby got the planet fooled,
Books get judged by the covers worldwide, coincide the illest,
The is just fictional dreams,
No time to deal 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 the day arrives all I got is eighty-five.

A clock can motivation,
that's why I'm rockin' a watch,
What's a deadline you're living on your own time?
I'm slow, Peter Pan style son,
You didn't know I never up,
my is set at six years old,
As far as I'm concerned this grown-up is for the birds,
So the skittles,
Fruits, the Now N Laters, and Nerds,
I'm sweets until my teeth fall out and I can't see
And I'm deaf in my left ear but my right can hear
I'm happily. So why you mad at me?
Cause your frustrations gave you hairs,
99% of life's spent chasin'
American nightmares, (GET THE 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,
I'm more immature than that cat from Sister-Sister,
If my parents 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,
Hawk's Pro Skater, please,
you'll never me,
So you're better off paying a bill or somethin',
Your is elderly, forty over the hill or somethin',
I'm at heart,
forever be a kid I'm on some Tom Hanks 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,
Never knew a crack rock, it was Fraggle,
The pink pussy we knew was Snaggle,
Your in the dirt,
We Hungry-Hippo's 'til our hands hurt,
What do you about pourin' out a whole box of Trix to get the toy out,
(Scared to) go to sleep somethin's under your bed,
(And all it) took was one to get them thoughts out your head,
(And then ya') fall right to sleep without a in mind,
(That's why I) Can't why cat's be hurryin' time,
And I don't wanna grow up I'm a Apple Kid,
And I enjoy the company of people I wit',
But if it comes to it,
to deal with cat's I despise,
I just close my eyes and drift away to

One to the next,
Clocks switch when you least expect it and the simplest shit complex,
The baby got the planet fooled,
Books get judged by the covers worldwide, coincide the illest,
The real is fictional dreams,
No time to deal with two 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