Luyện nghe bài hát Concerto of Desparado

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

In the glow of the moon, over the melancholy
My poetry is set a U.F.O.
The maestro, the lyricist
My physical play the of a vessel
The of my lyrics law manifesto
My thoughts wrestle and with the killer instincts
of a gorilla stronger than
Without my soliloquoy profess my ability to just
stimulate you like the best
The the Illadel-L-P-O-phila proceed
hither is my death flower blow tower to smithereens
to catch another rhyme gripper
Deeper than the meditations of a Hindu
Unorthodox, hip-hop,
Than a Serengeti my thoughts swifter
you lose your balance the sound hits ya
So check for the, Fifth
A poet's under pressure stressin' that you get the
Even if it means you gotta hang over the
I pull a microphone on any brandisher
And take advantage of ya you amateur
Styles down your sound man and manager
This how we do it in the year for nine-six
With delivering attack on pointless rap shit
Breakin MC's to fractions, tell your squadron
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 know the
That's all the fake shit 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 shit gots to go

The implorer, the universe
Treat MC's like the cities of and Gomorrah
Leavin these open like a box of Pandora
With styles that's newer than the world
Approximately three quarters of are water
I deport ya
Then orchestrate torture with roots of culture
The pill brimmage to the of scrimmage up against your image
Where life is a heist, and the strong get a
ill as a war and within it I'm the Lieutenant
that you like a peninsula to snatch the pennant
You fold Japan's futons and fans
While I design a to make a rapper step like a pedestrian
I a mountain into grands of sand
pain stains the hand that held the mic inserted to the stand
The desperado, refuse to follow
The Fifth afficianado, break you up into like vibrato
I deep like the dark of the
is sweet and sound silly when they talk on the mic
They use the simple and forth the same
old rhythm that's
I'd rather UltraMagnetize your
It's the hip-hop purist, that leave you like a tourist
inside the chorus, niggaz is nothin' for us
As we 'em down to fractions, tell your squadron
time to go to war, respond reaction

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