Luyện nghe bài hát Concerto of the Desperado

The Concerto of the
R-double-O-T-S the flow
If you know like I 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 concerto
My physical play the role of a
The of my lyrics law manifesto
My thoughts and attack with the killer instincts
Of a stronger than Samson
Without vanilla my profess my ability to just
Stimulate you like the best

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

So check for the, militia
A poet's under pressure that you get the picture
Even if it means you hang over the banister
I a microphone on any pistol brandisher
And take advantage of ya because you
Styles gunning down sound man and manager
What this how we do it in the for nine-six
With this delivering attack on pointless rap
Breakin' M C's down to fractions, your squadron
It's to go to war, respond react

The concerto, of the
R-double-O-T-S the flow
If you know like I know then you the motto
And all the fake shit got to go, fake shit gots to go
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 got to go, fake shit gots to go

The implorer, the universe
M C's like the cities of Sodom and Gomorrah
Leavin' these niggaz open like a box of
With styles newer than the world order
Approximately three quarters of y'all are water I straight ya
Then orchestrate torture with roots of culture
The pill brimmage to the line of scrimmage up your image
Where life is a heist, and the 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 fold Japan's futons and fans
While I design a plan to make a step like a pedestrian
I a mountain into grands of sand
Your pain stains the that held the mic inserted to the stand
The desperado, that to follow
The fifth afficianado, you up into parts like vibrato

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

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