Luyện nghe bài hát Bottle Rocket

Yo the rhyme excursions touch minds brain surgeons
Feel the lyric tear gas on clean versions
No profanic
like granite to the utmost
I'm on rye, always high but play the low post
I stretch to go the distance yo my lungs are mad
I'm on plastic like Flex, and always keep it....classic
in the facial, I'm on ?racial?
>From rhythms I hit em wit a battered flow pattern
The circle Saturn
I'm on ice
The line slice your dome and separate rhymes from
My life, ain't to see no Grammy or Oscar
Best believe the styles will rub off like
On people, yo Dilated, Evidence
The influential rock rhymes in format
You see the doormat if you acting
Something to the of Fat Boys in Disorderly's

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

I your backside open like the English Channel
I the sure shot, I keep it hot like flannel
I'll your panel, put my foot up in your anal
You think it can't happen, kid 'cause I'm
no gun clappin, cut the jaw-jackin
Let the joints get shot and see who wear this
Then kick off your shoes off my jock
And check the new Whitey Ford's prune to rock
'cause once 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 bang boogey, up the party
Someone clapped off, and everybody
Drunk off Bacardi, high off the
It's death from above, the livest bomber
In the squadron, I formation
I get New York love my name's King Sun
I T La Rock Bells they break the dawn
Steady puff L's, I fight hell Spawn
My are animated, my crew's reinstated
While you cats are up in my deminsions
We can ease tensions or we can get
So keep it on the love and do my Duty like Howdie

[Divine
Direct your short term plan, rigidalize rhyme wit the hoards
I'm satan dynasty
Reveal the wit the sling on down
Venom spit regurgitate death I sound
Cylinder python, Prevail Madchild
Physical justice rush this for now
Move the game time set back so don't sweat that
God don't test that, too infinite to get at
the fields
Swollen Members got the drills
And if you wit the steel
Bust the revealings in my feelings of these
I went to represent
I three phases of death, the illsuion
Is the that you reflect
you feel the veil
Divine Styles circum navigate circles of hell
You keep on you don't stop a nigga never stay still
Whatta whattta whatta whattta what I'm sayin is-is that
You-you ain't ready for chill