Luyện nghe bài hát Concerto of Desparado

The concerto, of the
R-double-O-T-S the flow
If you know like I know you know 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 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 like the best
The halflife the Illadel-L-P-O-phila
is my death flower blow your tower to smithereens
to catch another rhyme gripper
Deeper than the of a Hindu worshiper
Unorthodox, hip-hop,
Than a Serengeti cheetah my thoughts
you lose balance when the sound hits ya
So check for the, Fifth
A under pressure stressin' that you get the picture
if it means you gotta hang over the banister
I pull a on any pistol brandisher
And take advantage of ya because you
Styles gunning your sound man and manager
This how we do it in the year for nine-six
With this delivering on pointless rap shit
Breakin MC's down to fractions, tell squadron
time to go to war, reaction

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

The implorer, the explorer
MC's like the cities of Sodom and Gomorrah
Leavin niggas open like a box of Pandora
styles that's newer than the world order
Approximately three quarters of are water
I deport ya
orchestrate your torture with roots of culture
The pill brimmage to the line of up against your image
Where life is a heist, and the strong get a
It's ill as a war and it I'm the Lieutenant
that surrounds you like a peninsula to the pennant
You fold like Japan's futons and
While I design a plan to make a step like a pedestrian
I crush a mountain into of sand
Your pain stains the that held the mic inserted to the stand
The desperado, refuse to follow
The afficianado, break you up into parts like vibrato
I deep the dark of the night
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 your brain
It's the hip-hop purist, that leave you lost a tourist
inside the chorus, niggaz is bringin' for us
As we breakin' 'em down to fractions, your squadron
It's time to go to war, respond

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