Luyện nghe bài hát Concerto of Desparado

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

In the glow of the moon, over the metro
My is set like a U.F.O.
The maestro, the lyricist
My physical the role of a vessel
The of my lyrics law manifesto
My thoughts and attack with the killer instincts
of a gorilla stronger Samson
Without my soliloquoy profess my ability to just
stimulate you the best sensimilla
The halflife the proceed
hither is my death flower blow tower to smithereens
to catch another rhyme gripper
Deeper than the of a Hindu worshiper
Unorthodox, hip-hop,
Than a cheetah my thoughts swifter
you lose your balance when the sound ya
So for the, Fifth Militia
A under pressure stressin' that you get the picture
Even if it means you gotta over the banister
I pull a on any pistol brandisher
And take of ya because you amateur
Styles gunning down sound man and manager
What? how we do it in the year for nine-six
With delivering attack 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 check the
If you know like I know you know the motto
That's all the fake shit to go
The concerto, of the
R-double-O-T-S check the
If you know I know then you know the motto
That's all the false shit to go

The implorer, the universe
Treat MC's like the of Sodom and Gomorrah
Leavin niggas open like a box of Pandora
With styles that's newer than the world
Approximately three of y'all are water
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 like Japan's 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 held the mic inserted to the stand
The desperado, refuse to follow
The Fifth afficianado, break you up parts like vibrato
I deep like the dark of the
Niggas is sweet and silly when they talk on the mic
They use the simple back and the same
old rhythm that's
I'd rather your brain
the hip-hop purist, that leave you lost like a tourist
inside the chorus, niggaz is bringin' for us
As we breakin' 'em down to fractions, tell your
It's to go to war, respond reaction

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