Luyện nghe bài hát Concerto of Desparado

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

In the glow of the moon, over the metro
My poetry is set a U.F.O.
The maestro, the concerto
My physical play the role of a
The of my lyrics law manifesto
My thoughts wrestle and attack with the killer
of a gorilla stronger Samson
Without vanilla my soliloquoy profess my to just
stimulate you the best sensimilla
The halflife the Illadel-L-P-O-phila
is my death flower blow your tower to smithereens
to fiends catch another gripper
Deeper than the of a Hindu worshiper
Unorthodox, hip-hop,
Than a Serengeti my thoughts swifter
you lose balance when the sound hits ya
So check for the, Fifth
A poet's under pressure stressin' you get the picture
Even if it means you gotta hang over the
I a microphone on any pistol brandisher
And take of ya because you amateur
Styles gunning down sound man and manager
What? This how we do it in the year for
With this attack on pointless rap shit
Breakin 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 I know then you know the motto
That's all the fake shit to go
The concerto, of the
check the flow
If you know like I then you know the motto
That's all the false shit to go

The implorer, the explorer
Treat MC's like the of Sodom and Gomorrah
Leavin these niggas open a box of Pandora
With styles that's newer than the order
Approximately three quarters of are water
I straight ya
orchestrate your torture with roots of culture
The pill to the line of scrimmage up against your image
life is a heist, and the strong get a percentage
It's ill as a war and within it I'm the
that you like a peninsula to snatch the pennant
You like 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 stains the hand that held the mic inserted to the
The desperado, that refuse to
The Fifth afficianado, break you up into like vibrato
I deep like the of the night
is sweet and sound silly when they talk on the mic
They use the back and forth the same
old that's plain
I'd rather UltraMagnetize your
It's the purist, that leave you lost like a tourist
inside the chorus, niggaz is bringin' for us
As we breakin' 'em to fractions, tell your squadron
It's to go to war, respond reaction

The concerto, of the
R-double-O-T-S check the
If you like I know then you know the motto
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 you know the motto
all the false shit gots to go