Luyện nghe bài hát Concerto of Desparado

The concerto, of the
check the flow
If you like I know then you know the motto
all the false shit gots to go

In the glow of the moon, over the melancholy
My is set like a U.F.O.
The maestro, the concerto
My play the role of a vessel
The of my lyrics law manifesto
My thoughts wrestle and attack with the instincts
of a gorilla than Samson
Without my soliloquoy profess my ability to just
stimulate you like the sensimilla
The halflife the proceed
hither is my death flower blow tower to smithereens
to catch another rhyme gripper
Deeper than the meditations of a Hindu
Unorthodox, hip-hop,
Than a Serengeti cheetah my thoughts
you lose your balance the sound hits ya
So check for the, Militia
A poet's under pressure stressin' you get the picture
Even if it means you gotta hang over the
I pull a microphone on any brandisher
And take advantage of ya you amateur
Styles gunning your sound man and manager
What? This how we do it in the year for
this delivering attack on pointless rap shit
Breakin MC's down to fractions, tell squadron
time to go to war, reaction

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

The implorer, the universe
Treat like the cities of Sodom and Gomorrah
Leavin these open like a box of Pandora
With styles newer than the world order
Approximately three quarters of are water
I deport ya
Then orchestrate your torture roots of culture
The pill brimmage to the of scrimmage up against your image
Where life is a heist, and the strong get a
It's ill as a war and it I'm the Lieutenant
that you like a peninsula to snatch the pennant
You fold Japan's futons and fans
While I design a to make a rapper step like a pedestrian
I crush a mountain into of sand
Your pain the hand that held the mic inserted to the stand
The desperado, that to follow
The Fifth afficianado, break you up into like vibrato
I deep like the dark of the
Niggas is sweet and sound when they talk on the mic
They use the simple back and the same
old rhythm plain
I'd UltraMagnetize your brain
It's the hip-hop purist, leave you lost like a tourist
inside the chorus, is bringin' 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 the flow
If you know like I know then you the motto
That's all the shit gots 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 shit gots to go