Luyện nghe bài hát Bottle Rocket

Yo the rhyme touch minds like brain surgeons
Feel the lyric tear gas even on clean
No goddammit
Hard like granite to the
I'm butter on rye, high but play the low post
I stretch to go the yo my lungs are mad elastic
I'm dope on plastic like Flex, and 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 dome and separate rhymes from poems
My life, ain't tryin to see no Grammy or
Best believe the styles rub off like ?pastas?
On people, yo check Dilated,
The influential rock rhymes in format
You see the if you acting disaccordingly
Something to the effect of Fat in Disorderly's

I'll take you from to She-Ra
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 just from deconcentration
Then I broke out the bus, the mental hospital
On the weekend pass, but I still come
Psychopathic, you're wit a deranged lunatic (right)
Soon to ya teeth in and then go bezerk
Even Van Gogh 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 stuck in between my fangs
a rope 'round your neck and you still couldn't hang
'cause you're way off you need realignment
masterpieces in solitary confinement

I keep your backside open the English Channel
I the sure shot, I keep it hot like flannel
I'll survey panel, put my foot up in your anal
You think it can't happen, kid I'm rappin?
Ain't no gun clappin, cut the
Let the joints get and see who wear this knot
Then kick off your jump off my jock
And check the new style Whitey prune to rock
'cause once upon a time, not ago
Before hip hop was made for the
An MC show had to rock the masses
Used to a Kangol wit the clear Gazel glasses
So bang bang boogey, up the party
clapped off, and scattered everybody
Drunk off Bacardi, high off the
It's death 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
Steady puff L's, I fight like Spawn
My moves are animated, my reinstated
While you cats are up in my deminsions
We can ease tensions or we can get
So I'ma keep it on the love and do my Duty Howdie

Styler]
Direct your short term plan, rigidalize boards wit the hoards
I'm dynasty killer
Reveal the cause wit the sling on
spit regurgitate death scripts I sound
Cylinder never python, Madchild
Physical can't rush this for now
Move faker the game time set back so sweat that
God don't test that, too infinite to get at
Face the
Members got the iller drills
And if you wit the steel
Bust the in my feelings of these dealings
I went to shield
I build three of death, the illsuion
Is the sweat that you
you feel the veil
Divine Styles navigate nine circles of hell
You keep on you don't stop 'cause a nigga never stay
whattta whatta whatta whattta what I'm sayin is-is that
You-you ain't ready for chill