Luyện nghe bài hát Concerto of Desparado

The concerto, of the
R-double-O-T-S the flow
If you know I know then you know the motto
all the false shit gots to go

In the glow of the moon, over the metro
My poetry is set a U.F.O.
The maestro, the lyricist
My physical the role of a vessel
The level of my law manifesto
My thoughts wrestle and with the killer instincts
of a stronger than Samson
Without vanilla my soliloquoy profess my to just
stimulate you like the best
The halflife the proceed
hither is my death flower blow your tower to
to fiends catch another rhyme
Deeper than the meditations of a worshiper
Unorthodox, hip-hop,
Than a cheetah my thoughts swifter
you lose your balance when the sound ya
So for the, Fifth Militia
A poet's pressure stressin' that you get the picture
Even if it means you gotta over the banister
I pull a microphone on any pistol
And take advantage of ya because you
Styles down your sound man and manager
This how we do it in the year for nine-six
With this delivering on pointless rap shit
MC's down to fractions, tell your squadron
It's time to go to war,

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 fake shit 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 false gots to go

The implorer, the universe
Treat like the cities of Sodom and Gomorrah
Leavin these open like a box of Pandora
With styles newer than the world order
Approximately three quarters of y'all are
I deport ya
Then orchestrate your torture roots of culture
The pill brimmage to the line of scrimmage up against image
Where life is a heist, and the get a percentage
It's ill as a war and within it I'm the
that surrounds you like a to snatch the pennant
You fold Japan's futons and fans
While I design a plan to make a rapper step like a
I crush a mountain grands of sand
Your pain stains the hand that held the mic to the stand
The desperado, refuse to follow
The afficianado, break you up into parts like vibrato
I deep the dark of the night
Niggas is sweet and sound when they talk on the mic
They use the back and forth the same
old that's plain
I'd UltraMagnetize your brain
It's the hip-hop purist, that you lost like a tourist
inside the chorus, is bringin' nothin' for us
As we breakin' 'em down to fractions, tell squadron
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
R-double-O-T-S check the
If you know like I know then you know the
That's all the false gots to go