Luyện nghe bài hát Concerto of Desparado

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

In the glow of the moon, over the melancholy
My poetry is set a U.F.O.
The maestro, the concerto
My physical play the of a vessel
The of my lyrics law manifesto
My wrestle and attack with the killer instincts
of a gorilla stronger than
Without vanilla my profess my ability to just
stimulate you like the best
The halflife the proceed
hither is my death flower blow your to smithereens
to fiends another rhyme gripper
Deeper than the meditations of a worshiper
Unorthodox, hip-hop,
Than a Serengeti my thoughts swifter
you lose your balance when the hits ya
So check for the, Militia
A under pressure stressin' that you get the picture
Even if it you gotta hang over the banister
I pull a on any pistol brandisher
And take advantage of ya because you
Styles gunning down your man and manager
This how we do it in the year for nine-six
With this attack on pointless rap shit
Breakin MC's 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 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 the flow
If you know like I know then you the motto
That's all the shit 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 styles newer than the world order
Approximately three quarters of y'all are
I deport ya
Then orchestrate your with roots of culture
The pill brimmage to the line of scrimmage up against image
Where is a heist, and the strong get a percentage
It's ill as a war and within it I'm the
that surrounds you a peninsula to snatch the pennant
You fold like Japan's and fans
I design a plan to make a rapper step like a pedestrian
I crush a mountain into grands of
Your pain stains the hand held the mic inserted to the stand
The desperado, that to follow
The Fifth afficianado, break you up into parts vibrato
I deep like the of the night
Niggas is sweet and sound silly they talk on the mic
They use the back and forth the same
old that's plain
I'd UltraMagnetize your brain
It's the hip-hop purist, that you lost like a tourist
inside the chorus, niggaz is nothin' for us
As we breakin' 'em down to fractions, tell squadron
time 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 fake shit to go
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