Luyện nghe bài hát Concerto of Desparado

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 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 play the role of a
The level of my lyrics law
My wrestle and attack with the killer instincts
of a gorilla stronger Samson
Without vanilla my profess my ability to just
stimulate you like the best
The halflife the Illadel-L-P-O-phila
hither is my flower blow your tower to smithereens
to catch another rhyme gripper
Deeper than the meditations of a Hindu
Unorthodox, hip-hop,
Than a Serengeti cheetah my swifter
you lose your when the sound hits ya
So check for the, Militia
A poet's under pressure stressin' you get the picture
Even if it means you gotta hang the banister
I pull a on any pistol brandisher
And take advantage of ya because you
Styles gunning your sound man and manager
What? This how we do it in the for nine-six
With delivering attack on pointless rap shit
Breakin MC's down to fractions, your squadron
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 fake gots to go
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 shit to go

The implorer, the universe
Treat MC's the cities of Sodom and Gomorrah
Leavin niggas open like a box of Pandora
With that's newer than the world order
Approximately three quarters of are water
I deport ya
Then orchestrate torture with roots of culture
The pill to the line of scrimmage up against your image
Where 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 futons and fans
While I design a to make a rapper step like a pedestrian
I crush a mountain into of sand
Your pain stains the hand that held the mic inserted to the
The desperado, refuse to follow
The Fifth afficianado, break you up into parts like
I deep the dark of the night
Niggas is sweet and sound when they talk on the mic
They use the simple back and forth the
old rhythm that's
I'd UltraMagnetize your brain
the hip-hop purist, that leave you lost 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 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 know like I know then you know the
That's all the false gots to go