Luyện nghe bài hát Bottle Rocket

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

I'll take you from to She-Ra
Battle Cat to
Medieval messanger, coast avenger
you to the street, battle me that's a fuckin sin
Go one wit Madchild, you'll be suckin wind
Snappin handcuffs from deconcentration
Then I broke out the bus, the mental hospital
On the weekend pass, but I come sick
Psychopathic, you're dealin wit a deranged (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 said "Lend me an ear" 'cause I'm the of the art
First I'll feast on your brain and rip your apart
There's a part of your stuck in between my fangs
Wrap a rope 'round your neck and you couldn't hang
'cause you're way off you need realignment
Murdering in solitary confinement

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

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