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 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 play the role of a vessel
The level of my lyrics law
My thoughts wrestle and attack the killer instincts
of a stronger than Samson
Without vanilla my soliloquoy profess my ability to
stimulate you like the sensimilla
The halflife the Illadel-L-P-O-phila
is my death flower blow your tower to smithereens
to fiends catch another rhyme
than the meditations of a Hindu worshiper
Unorthodox, hip-hop,
Than a Serengeti my thoughts swifter
you lose your balance when the sound ya
So check for the, Militia
A poet's under pressure stressin' you get the picture
Even if it you gotta hang over the banister
I a microphone on any pistol brandisher
And advantage of ya because you amateur
Styles gunning your sound man and manager
This how we do it in the year for nine-six
With this delivering attack on rap shit
Breakin down to fractions, tell your squadron
It's to go to war, reaction

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

The implorer, the universe
Treat like the cities of Sodom and Gomorrah
Leavin these niggas open a box of Pandora
With styles that's newer than the order
three quarters of y'all are water
I straight ya
Then orchestrate your torture roots of culture
The pill brimmage to the line of scrimmage up against your
Where life is a heist, and the strong get a
ill as a war and within it I'm the Lieutenant
that surrounds you a peninsula to snatch the pennant
You fold like Japan's and fans
While I design a plan to a rapper step like a pedestrian
I crush a mountain grands of sand
pain stains the hand that held the mic inserted to the stand
The desperado, that refuse to
The Fifth afficianado, break you up parts like vibrato
I deep like the of the night
Niggas is sweet and sound silly they talk on the mic
use the simple back and forth the same
old rhythm plain
I'd rather UltraMagnetize brain
It's the purist, that leave you lost like a tourist
inside the chorus, niggaz is nothin' for us
As we breakin' 'em down to fractions, tell squadron
It's time to go to war, respond

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