Luyện nghe bài hát Bottle Rocket

Yo the rhyme excursions minds like brain surgeons
Feel the tear gas even on clean versions
No goddammit
Hard like to the utmost
I'm butter on rye, high but play the low post
I stretch to go the distance yo my are mad elastic
I'm dope on plastic like Flex, and keep it....classic
Expressions in the facial, I'm on
>From Caribbean rhythms I hit em wit a battered pattern
The circle Saturn
I'm on ice
The slice your dome and separate rhymes from poems
My life, ain't tryin to see no or Oscar
Best believe the styles will rub off like
On people, yo check Dilated,
The influential rock rhymes in format
You see the if you acting disaccordingly
to the effect 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 round wit Madchild, you'll be wind
handcuffs just from deconcentration
Then I broke out the bus, the hospital patients
On the weekend pass, but I still come
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
I'll feast on your brain and rip your body apart
There's a part of your heart stuck in 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 open like the English Channel
I rock the shot, I keep it hot like flannel
I'll survey your panel, put my foot up in anal
You think it can't happen, kid I'm rappin?
no gun clappin, cut the jaw-jackin
Let the joints get shot and see who this knot
Then kick off your jump off my jock
And check the new style Whitey Ford's prune to
'cause once upon a time, not ago
Before hip hop was for the radio
An MC show had to cold the masses
to wear a Kangol wit the clear Gazel glasses
So bang bang boogey, up the party
Someone off, and scattered everybody
Drunk off Bacardi, off the trauma
It's death from above, the livest dive
In the squadron, I break
I get New York love my name's King Sun
I T La Rock till they break the dawn
Steady puff L's, I fight like Spawn
My moves are animated, my crew's
you cats 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 Duty Howdie

Styler]
Direct your short term plan, rhyme boards wit the hoards
I'm dynasty killer
Reveal the cause wit the on down
Venom spit regurgitate death scripts I
Cylinder never python, Madchild
Physical justice rush this for now
Move faker the game time set so don't sweat that
God don't test that, too infinite to get at
the fields
Swollen got the iller drills
And if you wit the steel
Bust the revealings in my of these dealings
I went to shield
I build phases of death, the illsuion
Is the sweat that you
When you feel the
Divine Styles circum nine 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
You-you ready for that chill