Luyện nghe bài hát Concerto of Desparado

The concerto, of the
check the flow
If you know like I know you know the motto
That's all the false shit to go

In the of the moon, over the melancholy metro
My poetry is set a U.F.O.
The maestro, the concerto
My play the role of a vessel
The level of my law manifesto
My thoughts wrestle and attack the killer instincts
of a gorilla than Samson
Without vanilla my soliloquoy profess my ability to
you like the best sensimilla
The halflife the proceed
hither is my flower blow your tower to smithereens
to catch another rhyme gripper
than the meditations of a Hindu worshiper
Unorthodox, hip-hop,
a Serengeti cheetah my thoughts swifter
you lose balance when the sound hits ya
So for the, Fifth Militia
A under pressure stressin' that you get the picture
Even if it means you gotta hang over the
I pull a microphone on any brandisher
And advantage of ya because you amateur
Styles gunning down your sound man and
What? This how we do it in the for nine-six
With this delivering attack on pointless rap
Breakin MC's down to fractions, tell squadron
It's time to go to war,

The concerto, of the
R-double-O-T-S the flow
If you know I know then you know the motto
That's all the shit gots to go
The concerto, of the
R-double-O-T-S check the
If you know like I know then you know the
all the false shit gots to go

The implorer, the universe
Treat like the cities of Sodom and Gomorrah
Leavin these open like a box of Pandora
styles that's newer than the world order
Approximately quarters of y'all are water
I straight ya
Then your torture with roots of culture
The brimmage to the line of scrimmage up against your image
Where life is a heist, and the get a percentage
It's ill as a war and it I'm the Lieutenant
that surrounds you like a peninsula to snatch the
You fold Japan's futons and fans
While I design a plan to make a rapper like a pedestrian
I a mountain into grands of sand
Your pain stains the hand that held the mic to the stand
The desperado, refuse to follow
The Fifth afficianado, break you up into parts vibrato
I deep the dark of the night
Niggas is sweet and sound silly when they on the mic
They use the back and forth the same
old rhythm that's
I'd UltraMagnetize your brain
It's the hip-hop purist, leave you lost like a tourist
inside the chorus, niggaz is bringin' for us
As we breakin' 'em down to fractions, your squadron
It's time to go to war, reaction

The concerto, of the
R-double-O-T-S check the
If you know like I then you know the motto
all the fake shit gots to go
The concerto, of the
R-double-O-T-S the flow
If you like I know then you know the motto
That's all the shit gots to go