Luyện nghe bài hát Bottle Rocket

Yo the rhyme excursions touch like brain surgeons
Feel the lyric tear gas on clean versions
No profanic
Hard like to the utmost
I'm butter on rye, always but play the low post
I to go the distance yo my lungs are mad elastic
I'm dope on like Flex, and always keep it....classic
Expressions in the facial, I'm on
>From rhythms I hit em wit a battered flow pattern
The circle Saturn
I'm on ice
The line slice dome and separate rhymes from poems
My life, ain't tryin to see no or Oscar
Best believe the will rub off like ?pastas?
On people, yo Dilated, Evidence
The influential rock rhymes in sequential
You see the doormat if you disaccordingly
Something to the effect of Fat Boys in

I'll take you from He-Man to
Battle Cat to
Medieval messanger, west coast
you to the street, battle me that's a fuckin sin
Go one round wit Madchild, be suckin wind
Snappin handcuffs just from
Then I out the bus, the mental hospital patients
On the pass, but I still come sick
Psychopathic, dealin wit a deranged lunatic (right)
Soon to kick ya teeth in and go bezerk
Even Van Gogh 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 on your brain and rip your body apart
a part of your heart stuck in between my fangs
Wrap a 'round your neck and you still couldn't hang
'cause you're way off track you realignment
masterpieces in solitary confinement

I keep backside open like the English Channel
I rock the shot, I keep it hot like flannel
I'll survey panel, put my foot up in your anal
You think it happen, kid 'cause I'm rappin?
Ain't no gun clappin, cut the
Let the joints get shot and see who this knot
Then off your shoes jump off my jock
And check the new style Whitey Ford's prune to
'cause once a time, not long ago
Before hip hop was for the radio
An MC show had to cold rock the
Used to a Kangol wit the clear Gazel glasses
So bang bang boogey, up jump the
Someone off, and scattered everybody
Drunk off Bacardi, off the trauma
It's death from above, the livest dive
In the squadron, I formation
I get New York like my name's King Sun
I T La Rock Bells till they break the
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 keep it on the love and do my like Howdie

[Divine
Direct your short term plan, rigidalize rhyme wit the hoards
I'm dynasty killer
Reveal the cause wit the sling on
Venom spit death scripts I sound
Cylinder python, Prevail Madchild
Physical justice rush this for now
Move faker the game time set back so don't that
God test that, too much infinite to get at
Face the
Swollen Members got the drills
And if you wit the steel
Bust the revealings in my feelings of these
I went to shield
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 whatta whatta whattta what I'm sayin is-is that
ain't ready for that chill