Luyện nghe bài hát Concerto of the Desperado

The Concerto of the
check the flow
If you know I know then you know the motto
all the fake shit got to go

In the glow of the moon, over the metro
My is set like a U.F.O
The maestro, the lyricist
My physical the role of a vessel
The of my lyrics law manifesto
My thoughts and attack with the killer instincts
Of a stronger than Samson
Without vanilla my soliloquy my ability to just
Stimulate you like the best

The half the Philladellpophila proceed
is my death flower blow your tower to smithe
Reens to catch another rhyme gripper
Deeper than the meditations of a Hindu
Unorthodox, Hip-Hop,
Than a Serengeti my thoughts swifter
You lose your balance when the sound ya

So for the, fifth militia
A poet's pressure stressin' that you get the picture
Even if it means you gotta hang the banister
I pull a on any pistol brandisher
And take advantage of ya you amateur
Styles gunning down your sound man and
this how we do it in the year for nine-six
With this delivering attack on rap shit
M C's down to fractions, tell your squadron
It's time to go to war, respond

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

The implorer, the explorer
Treat M C's like the of Sodom and Gomorrah
Leavin' niggaz open like a box of Pandora
With styles newer than the world order
Approximately three of y'all are water I straight deport ya
Then orchestrate your torture roots of culture
The pill brimmage to the line of scrimmage up against your
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 plan to make a rapper step a pedestrian
I crush a into grands of sand
Your pain stains the hand held the mic inserted to the stand
The desperado, that refuse to
The afficianado, break you up into parts like vibrato

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

The concerto, of the
R-double-O-T-S check the
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 desperado
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