Luyện nghe bài hát Concerto of Desparado

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

In the glow of the moon, over the melancholy
My is set like a U.F.O.
The maestro, the lyricist
My physical the role of a vessel
The level of my lyrics law
My thoughts and attack with the killer instincts
of a gorilla stronger than
Without vanilla my soliloquoy profess my to just
you like the best sensimilla
The halflife the Illadel-L-P-O-phila
is my death flower blow your tower to smithereens
to fiends catch another gripper
Deeper than the of a Hindu worshiper
Unorthodox, hip-hop,
Than a Serengeti cheetah my swifter
you lose your balance the sound hits ya
So check for the, Militia
A poet's under stressin' that you get the picture
Even if it you gotta hang over the banister
I a microphone on any pistol brandisher
And take advantage of ya because you
Styles gunning down your sound man and
What? This how we do it in the year for
With this delivering attack on rap shit
Breakin MC's down to fractions, tell your
It's to go to war, reaction

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

The implorer, the universe
Treat MC's like the of Sodom and Gomorrah
Leavin these niggas like 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 brimmage to the line of scrimmage up against your image
life is a heist, and the strong get a percentage
It's ill as a war and it I'm the Lieutenant
that you like a peninsula to snatch the pennant
You fold like Japan's futons and
While I design a plan to a rapper step like a pedestrian
I crush a mountain into of sand
Your pain stains the hand held the mic inserted to the stand
The desperado, that refuse to
The afficianado, break you up into parts like vibrato
I deep like the dark of the
Niggas is sweet and sound silly they talk on the mic
They use the simple back and the same
old that's plain
I'd rather UltraMagnetize your
It's the hip-hop purist, that leave you lost like a
inside the chorus, niggaz is bringin' for us
As we breakin' 'em down to fractions, tell your
It's time to go to war, respond

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