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 the motto
That's all the false gots to go

In the glow of the moon, over the melancholy
My poetry is set a U.F.O.
The maestro, the concerto
My play the role of a vessel
The of my lyrics law manifesto
My thoughts wrestle and with the killer instincts
of a gorilla stronger than
Without vanilla my profess my ability to just
stimulate you like the best
The halflife the proceed
is my death flower blow your tower to smithereens
to fiends catch another rhyme
Deeper than the meditations of a Hindu
Unorthodox, hip-hop,
Than a Serengeti my thoughts swifter
you lose your 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 take advantage of ya because you
gunning down your sound man and manager
What? This how we do it in the for nine-six
With this delivering on pointless rap shit
Breakin MC's down to fractions, tell your
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 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 like the cities of and Gomorrah
these niggas open like a box of Pandora
With styles newer than the world order
Approximately three of y'all are water
I straight ya
Then orchestrate 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
ill as a war and within it I'm the Lieutenant
that surrounds you a peninsula to snatch the pennant
You fold Japan's futons and fans
While I a plan to make a rapper step like a pedestrian
I crush a into grands of sand
Your pain stains the hand that held the mic to the stand
The desperado, refuse to follow
The Fifth afficianado, you up into parts like 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 plain
I'd rather UltraMagnetize your
It's the hip-hop purist, leave you lost like a tourist
the chorus, niggaz is bringin' nothin' for us
As we breakin' 'em down to fractions, tell your
time to go to war, respond reaction

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