Luyện nghe bài hát Concerto of Desparado

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

In the glow of the moon, the melancholy metro
My poetry is set a U.F.O.
The maestro, the concerto
My physical play the role of a
The level of my law manifesto
My thoughts wrestle and attack with the instincts
of a gorilla than Samson
Without vanilla my profess my ability to just
you like the best sensimilla
The halflife the Illadel-L-P-O-phila
is my death flower blow your tower to smithereens
to catch another rhyme gripper
than the meditations of a Hindu worshiper
Unorthodox, hip-hop,
Than a Serengeti cheetah my thoughts
you lose your balance when the hits ya
So check for the, Militia
A under pressure stressin' that you get the picture
Even if it you gotta hang over the banister
I pull a microphone on any pistol
And advantage of ya because you amateur
Styles gunning down your man and manager
What? This how we do it in the year for
With this delivering attack on pointless rap
Breakin down 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 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 I know then you know the motto
That's all the shit gots to go

The implorer, the universe
Treat MC's the cities of Sodom and Gomorrah
Leavin these niggas open a box of Pandora
With that's newer than the world order
three quarters of y'all are water
I straight ya
Then your torture with roots of culture
The pill brimmage to the of scrimmage up against your image
Where life is a heist, and the get a percentage
It's ill as a war and it I'm the Lieutenant
surrounds you like a peninsula to snatch the pennant
You fold like Japan's futons and
While I a plan to make a rapper step like a pedestrian
I crush a mountain into grands of
Your pain stains the hand that held the mic inserted to the
The desperado, that refuse to
The Fifth afficianado, break you up into parts like
I deep the dark of the night
is sweet and sound silly when they talk on the mic
They use the simple back and forth the
old rhythm plain
I'd rather UltraMagnetize your
It's the hip-hop purist, that you lost like a tourist
the chorus, niggaz is bringin' nothin' for us
As we breakin' 'em to fractions, tell your squadron
It's to go to war, respond reaction

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