Luyện nghe bài hát Bottle Rocket

Yo the excursions touch minds like brain surgeons
Feel the lyric tear gas even on versions
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 are mad elastic
I'm dope on plastic 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 your dome and separate rhymes from poems
My life, tryin to see no Grammy or Oscar
Best believe the will rub off like ?pastas?
On people, yo Dilated, Evidence
The influential rock in sequential format
You see the doormat if you acting
Something to the of Fat Boys in Disorderly's

I'll take you from to She-Ra
Battle Cat to
Medieval messanger, west coast
Take you to the street, me that's a fuckin sin
Go one round wit Madchild, you'll be wind
Snappin just from deconcentration
Then I broke out the bus, the mental patients
On the weekend pass, but I come sick
Psychopathic, you're wit a deranged lunatic (right)
to kick ya teeth in and then go bezerk
Even Van Gogh looked at me, and said "You're one of work"
So I said "Lend me an ear" I'm the state of the art
First I'll on your brain and rip your body apart
There's a of your heart stuck in between my fangs
Wrap a rope 'round neck and you still 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 it hot like flannel
I'll survey your panel, put my foot up in 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 kick off your jump off my jock
And check the new style Whitey 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 wit the clear Gazel glasses
So bang boogey, up jump the party
Someone clapped off, and scattered
Drunk off Bacardi, high off the
death from above, the livest dive bomber
In the squadron, I formation
I get New York love like my King Sun
I T La Rock Bells till they break the
Steady puff L's, I fight hell like
My moves are animated, my reinstated
you cats suspensions are up in my deminsions
We can tensions or we can get rowdy
So keep 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
never python, Prevail Madchild
Physical justice can't this for now
Move faker the game time set back so sweat that
God don't 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 dealings
I went to represent
I three phases of death, the illsuion
Is the sweat you reflect
When you feel the
Divine circum navigate nine circles of hell
You keep on you don't stop 'cause a nigga never still
Whatta whatta whatta whattta what I'm sayin is-is that
You-you ain't ready for chill