Luyện nghe bài hát Eighty-five Sie One Remix

It like lately time be beatin' my ass,
Every step is like a right from Iron Mike Tyson in his prime,
like my mind is on a tredmill,
I'm bullets,
see the plug but I can't it,
belt just keeps bringin' me back,
And every minute is like a 'tiger from Sagat,
I'm up against ropes,
and ain't no if I win or not,
gloves are getting heavy,
it's fight or flight you know how goes,
Facin' is chasin',
got me obstacles,
And every hour is like a tightrope I with greasy shoes,
Still yet I got my conscience me that I can't lose,
So time I start slippin' ego's start trippin',
I focus real hard and just like I'm GOD,
And I'm lovely,
I'm in the clouds no one me,
With the to differentiate snakes from those that love me,
There's a thin line happiness and hopeless,
An even thinner line on point and out of focus,
BUT Back to my about my fall from glory,
And how I levitate from the fate time put 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 down to see you're fallin' right through abyss,
And to see visions,
memories you miss, simple things,
Like first birthday wish,

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

That's when you realize that time was your nightmare,
And now you're stuck asking yourself 'Why life fair?',
You get to the bottom,
see the end of line,
Your first time ever losin' this with time,
But right before you meet death,
one memory left,
The only one that's obsolete was first breath,

One to the next,
Clocks switch when you least expect it and make the shit complex,

The face got the planet fooled,
Books get judged by the covers worldwide, with the illest,
The is just fictional dreams,
No time to deal with two dimensional fiends, shit hit's the fan with 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.

A can kill motivation,
why I'm never rockin' a watch,
What's a deadline when you're living on your own
I'm livin' slow, Peter Pan son,
You know I never grow up,
my is set at six years old,
As far as I'm concerned this shit is for the birds,
So the skittles,
Fruits, the Now N Laters, and Nerds,
I'm eatin' until my teeth fall out and I can't see
And I'm deaf in my ear but my right can hear cause
I'm happily. So why you mad at me?
Cause your frustrations you grey hairs,
99% of your life's 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 pick my scabs, I be the to pop a blister,
Cause I'm more immature that cat from Sister-Sister,
If my parents tell me no I'm do it anyway,
Experience will make more sense anything that they could ever say,

Forever playin' video games I'm sleepy,
Tony Pro Skater, please,
never beat me,
So basically you're better off a bill or somethin',
Your mind is elderly, forty the hill or somethin',
I'm at heart,
I'ma be a kid I'm on some Tom Hanks shit,
you ever seen the big?
My is trapped in '85 the coolest place I've ever been in my life,
We watchin' Smurfs, cinnamon LIFE,
Never a crack rock, cause it was Fraggle,
The only pink we knew was Snaggle,
mind's in the dirt,
We playin' 'til our hands hurt,
What do you know about out a whole box of Trix to get the toy out,
(Scared to) go to cause somethin's under your bed,
(And all it) was one look to get them thoughts out your head,
(And then ya') fall right to without a worry in mind,
(That's why I) Can't understand why cat's be time,
And I don't grow up I'm a Crab Apple Kid,
And I enjoy the company of I relate 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 make the shit complex,
The baby face got the fooled,
Books get judged by the worldwide, coincide with the illest,
The real is just dreams,
No time to 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 the day arrives all I got is eighty-five