Luyện nghe bài hát Concerto of Desparado

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

In the glow of the moon, the melancholy metro
My is set like a U.F.O.
The maestro, the concerto
My physical play the of a vessel
The level of my law manifesto
My wrestle and attack with the killer instincts
of a gorilla than Samson
Without vanilla my soliloquoy profess my to just
stimulate you the best sensimilla
The the Illadel-L-P-O-phila proceed
is my death flower blow your tower to smithereens
to fiends catch rhyme gripper
Deeper than the meditations of a worshiper
Unorthodox, hip-hop,
Than a Serengeti cheetah my swifter
you your balance when the sound hits ya
So check for the, Militia
A poet's under pressure that you get the picture
Even if it means you gotta over the banister
I pull a on any pistol brandisher
And take advantage of ya you amateur
gunning down your sound man and manager
What? how we do it in the year for nine-six
With this attack on pointless rap shit
Breakin MC's down to fractions, tell squadron
time to go to war, reaction

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

The implorer, the explorer
Treat MC's the cities of Sodom and Gomorrah
these niggas open like a box of Pandora
With styles that's newer the world order
Approximately three quarters of are water
I straight ya
Then orchestrate your torture with roots of
The pill brimmage to the line of scrimmage up against your
Where is a heist, and the strong get a percentage
ill as a war and within it I'm the Lieutenant
that surrounds you like a peninsula to snatch the
You fold like Japan's and fans
While I design a plan to make a rapper like a pedestrian
I crush a mountain into of sand
Your pain stains the hand that the mic inserted to the stand
The desperado, that to follow
The Fifth afficianado, break you up into parts vibrato
I deep like the dark of the
Niggas is sweet and silly when they talk on the mic
They use the back and forth the same
old that's plain
I'd rather your brain
It's the hip-hop purist, that leave you like a tourist
inside the chorus, niggaz is nothin' for us
As we breakin' 'em down to fractions, tell your
It's time to go to war, reaction

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