Luyện nghe bài hát Concerto of Desparado

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

In the glow of the moon, the melancholy metro
My is set like a U.F.O.
The maestro, the lyricist
My physical play the role of a
The level of my law manifesto
My thoughts wrestle and attack with the killer
of a gorilla stronger Samson
vanilla my soliloquoy profess my ability to just
stimulate you the best sensimilla
The halflife the Illadel-L-P-O-phila
hither is my death flower blow your to smithereens
to fiends catch another rhyme
Deeper than the meditations of a Hindu
Unorthodox, hip-hop,
Than a Serengeti my thoughts swifter
you your balance when the sound hits ya
So for the, Fifth Militia
A poet's under pressure stressin' you get the picture
Even if it means you gotta hang the banister
I a microphone on any pistol brandisher
And take of ya because you amateur
gunning down your sound man and manager
What? This how we do it in the year for
With delivering attack on pointless rap shit
Breakin MC's down to fractions, tell your
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 know the
That's all the fake gots to go
The concerto, of the
R-double-O-T-S check the
If you know like I know then you know the
That's all the false shit to go

The implorer, the explorer
Treat like the cities of Sodom and Gomorrah
Leavin these niggas open a box of Pandora
styles that's newer than the world order
Approximately three quarters of are water
I straight ya
Then orchestrate your torture roots of culture
The pill brimmage to the line of scrimmage up against image
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 to snatch the pennant
You fold like Japan's futons and
While I design a plan to make a rapper like a pedestrian
I crush a mountain into grands of
Your stains the hand that held the mic inserted to the stand
The desperado, refuse to follow
The Fifth afficianado, break you up into parts vibrato
I like the dark of the night
is sweet and sound silly when they talk on the mic
They use the back and forth the same
old rhythm that's
I'd rather UltraMagnetize brain
It's the purist, that leave you lost like a tourist
inside the chorus, niggaz is bringin' for us
As we breakin' 'em to fractions, tell 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 know then you the motto
That's all the fake gots to go
The concerto, of the
R-double-O-T-S check the
If you know I know then you know the motto
That's all the false gots to go