Luyện nghe bài hát Concerto of the Desperado

The of the Desperado
R-double-O-T-S check the
If you know like I then you know the motto
That's all the fake got 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 the role of a vessel
The of my lyrics law manifesto
My wrestle and attack with the killer instincts
Of a gorilla than Samson
Without vanilla my soliloquy my ability to just
you like the best sensimilla

The half life the proceed
Hither is my death flower your tower to smithe
Reens to fiends catch another rhyme
than the meditations of a Hindu worshiper
Unorthodox, Hip-Hop,
a Serengeti cheetah my thoughts swifter
You lose your balance when the hits ya

So for the, fifth militia
A under pressure stressin' that you get the picture
Even if it means you gotta over the banister
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
With this delivering on pointless rap shit
M C's down to fractions, tell your squadron
It's time to go to war, react

The concerto, of the
check the flow
If you know like I know then you know the
And that's all the fake shit got to go, 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
And that's all the fake shit got to go, shit gots to go

The implorer, the universe
M C's like the cities of Sodom and Gomorrah
Leavin' these niggaz open a box of Pandora
With that's newer than the world order
Approximately three quarters of y'all are water I deport ya
Then orchestrate your torture with of culture
The pill brimmage to the of scrimmage up against your 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 like a peninsula to the pennant
You fold like futons and fans
While I design a plan to make a rapper step like a
I crush a into grands of sand
Your pain stains the hand held the mic inserted to the stand
The desperado, that to follow
The fifth afficianado, break you up into like vibrato

I like the dark of the night
Niggaz is sweet and silly when they talk on the mic
They use the simple back and forth the old rhythm that's plain
I'd rather ultra magnetize your
It's the purist, that leave you lost like a tourist
Inside the chorus, niggaz is nothin' for us
As we breakin' 'em to fractions, tell your squadron
It's to go to war respond react

The concerto, of the
R-double-O-T-S the flow
If you know I know then you know the motto
And that's all the fake shit got to go, shit gots to go
It's the concerto, of the
R-double-O-T-S check the
If you know like I know then you the motto
And that's all the fake shit got to go, fake gots to go