Luyện nghe bài hát Concerto of Desparado

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 gots to go

In the glow of the moon, over the melancholy
My poetry is set a U.F.O.
The maestro, the concerto
My physical the role of a vessel
The of my lyrics law manifesto
My thoughts wrestle and attack the killer instincts
of a stronger than Samson
Without vanilla my soliloquoy profess my ability to
you like the best sensimilla
The the Illadel-L-P-O-phila proceed
hither is my death flower blow tower to smithereens
to fiends catch rhyme gripper
Deeper than the of a Hindu worshiper
Unorthodox, hip-hop,
a Serengeti cheetah my thoughts swifter
you lose your balance when the hits ya
So check for the, Fifth
A poet's pressure stressin' that you get the picture
Even if it means you gotta hang over the
I pull a microphone on any pistol
And take advantage of ya you amateur
Styles gunning down sound man and manager
What? This how we do it in the for nine-six
With this 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 the flow
If you know like I know you know the motto
That's all the shit gots to go
The concerto, of the
check the flow
If you know I know then you know the motto
That's all the false gots to go

The implorer, the universe
MC's like the cities of Sodom and Gomorrah
Leavin these niggas open like a box of
With that's newer than the world order
Approximately three quarters of are water
I straight ya
Then orchestrate your with roots of culture
The pill brimmage to the line of up against your image
Where life is a heist, and the get a percentage
ill as a war and within it I'm the Lieutenant
that surrounds you like a to snatch the pennant
You fold like futons and fans
While I design a plan to make a 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, you up into parts like vibrato
I deep like the dark of the
Niggas is sweet and sound silly when they on the mic
They use the back and forth the same
old rhythm plain
I'd rather UltraMagnetize brain
It's the hip-hop purist, that leave you like a tourist
inside the chorus, niggaz is bringin' for us
As we 'em down to fractions, tell your squadron
It's to go to war, respond reaction

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 know the
all the false shit gots to go