Luyện nghe bài hát Bottle Rocket

Yo the rhyme excursions touch minds like brain
Feel the lyric tear gas on clean versions
No profanic
like granite to the utmost
I'm butter on rye, high but play the low post
I stretch to go the yo my lungs are mad elastic
I'm dope on plastic like Flex, and keep it....classic
Expressions in the facial, I'm on
>From rhythms I hit em wit a battered flow pattern
The circle twice
I'm on ice
The line slice your dome and separate rhymes from
My life, tryin to see no Grammy or Oscar
Best believe the will rub off like ?pastas?
On people, yo check Dilated,
The rock rhymes in sequential format
You see the if you acting disaccordingly
to the effect of Fat Boys in Disorderly's

I'll you from He-Man to She-Ra
Cat to Kringa
Medieval messanger, west coast
Take you to the street, me that's a fuckin sin
Go one wit Madchild, you'll be suckin wind
Snappin handcuffs just from
Then I broke out the bus, the mental patients
On the weekend pass, but I still come
Psychopathic, you're dealin wit a lunatic (right)
Soon to kick ya in and then go bezerk
Van Gogh looked at me, and said "You're one piece of work"
So I said "Lend me an ear" 'cause I'm the of the art
First I'll feast on your brain and rip body apart
There's a part of your heart in between my fangs
Wrap a rope your neck and you still couldn't hang
'cause you're way off track you need
masterpieces in solitary confinement

I your backside open like the English Channel
I rock the sure shot, I keep it hot flannel
I'll survey your panel, put my foot up in anal
You think it can't happen, kid I'm rappin?
Ain't no gun clappin, cut the
Let the joints get shot and see who wear knot
Then kick off shoes jump off my jock
And check the new Whitey Ford's prune to rock
once upon a time, not long ago
Before hip hop was for the radio
An MC show had to cold the masses
Used to wear a Kangol wit the Gazel glasses
So bang boogey, up jump the party
Someone clapped off, and scattered
Drunk off Bacardi, off the trauma
It's death from above, the livest dive
In the squadron, I break
I get New York love like my name's Sun
I T La Rock Bells they break the dawn
Steady puff L's, I fight hell Spawn
My moves are animated, my crew's
While you suspensions are up in my deminsions
We can tensions or we can get rowdy
So I'ma it on the love and do my Duty like Howdie

Styler]
Direct your short term plan, rigidalize rhyme wit the hoards
I'm dynasty killer
Reveal the cause wit the sling on
Venom regurgitate death scripts I sound
Cylinder python, Prevail Madchild
Physical justice can't rush for now
Move faker the game time set back so don't that
God don't test that, too much to get at
Face the
Swollen got the iller drills
And if you wit the steel
Bust the revealings in my feelings of dealings
I to represent shield
I build three phases of death, the
Is the sweat you reflect
you feel the veil
Divine circum navigate nine circles of hell
You keep on you don't stop a nigga never stay still
Whatta whattta whatta whatta what I'm sayin is-is that
You-you ready for that chill