Luyện nghe bài hát Concerto of Desparado

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

In the of the moon, over the melancholy metro
My poetry is set a U.F.O.
The maestro, the concerto
My play the role of a vessel
The level of my lyrics law
My wrestle and attack with the killer instincts
of a stronger than Samson
Without vanilla my soliloquoy profess my ability to
stimulate you the best sensimilla
The halflife the proceed
is my death flower blow your tower to smithereens
to fiends catch rhyme gripper
Deeper than the meditations of a Hindu
Unorthodox, hip-hop,
Than a Serengeti cheetah my thoughts
you lose balance when the sound hits ya
So check for the, Fifth
A poet's under pressure that you get the picture
if it means you gotta hang over the banister
I pull a microphone on any brandisher
And take advantage of ya because you
Styles gunning down sound man and manager
What? This how we do it in the for nine-six
With this delivering attack on pointless rap
Breakin MC's down to fractions, tell your
It's time to go to war,

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

The implorer, the explorer
Treat MC's like the cities of and Gomorrah
Leavin these open like a box of Pandora
With styles newer than the world order
three quarters of y'all are water
I deport ya
orchestrate your torture with roots of culture
The pill brimmage to the line of scrimmage up against your
life is a heist, and the strong get a percentage
It's ill as a war and it I'm the Lieutenant
that surrounds you like a peninsula to snatch the
You like Japan's futons and fans
While I design a plan to make a rapper step 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 parts like
I deep like the of the night
Niggas is sweet and sound silly they talk on the mic
They use the simple back and the same
old rhythm plain
I'd rather your brain
It's the hip-hop purist, that leave you lost like a
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
check 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 check the
If you know like I know you know the motto
That's all the false shit to go