Luyện nghe bài hát Concerto of Desparado

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

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

The implorer, the explorer
Treat like the cities of Sodom and Gomorrah
these niggas open like a box of Pandora
With styles that's newer the world order
Approximately three of y'all are water
I deport ya
Then orchestrate your with roots of culture
The brimmage to the line 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
that surrounds you a peninsula to snatch the pennant
You fold Japan's futons and fans
While I design a plan to make a step like a pedestrian
I crush a mountain grands of sand
Your pain stains the hand that the mic inserted to the stand
The desperado, refuse to follow
The Fifth afficianado, break you up into parts like
I deep like the dark of the
Niggas is sweet and sound silly when talk on the mic
They use the back and forth the same
old rhythm plain
I'd rather UltraMagnetize your
It's the hip-hop purist, leave you lost like a tourist
inside the chorus, niggaz is nothin' for us
As we 'em down to fractions, tell your squadron
It's time to go to war, reaction

The concerto, of the
check the flow
If you know I know 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 false shit to go