Luyện nghe bài hát Concerto of the Desperado

The of the Desperado
R-double-O-T-S the flow
If you know like I know you know the motto
That's all the shit got to go

In the glow of the moon, the melancholy metro
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 thoughts wrestle and attack with the instincts
Of a gorilla than Samson
Without vanilla my soliloquy profess my ability to
Stimulate you like the sensimilla

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

So check for the, militia
A poet's under pressure that you get the picture
Even if it means you gotta hang over the
I pull a microphone on any brandisher
And take advantage of ya because you
Styles down your sound man and manager
this how we do it in the year for nine-six
With this attack on pointless rap shit
Breakin' M C's down to fractions, tell 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 you know the motto
And that's all the fake shit got to go, fake shit to go
The concerto, of the
R-double-O-T-S the flow
If you know like I then you know the motto
And that's all the fake shit got to go, fake shit to go

The implorer, the explorer
M C's like the cities of Sodom and Gomorrah
Leavin' niggaz open like a box of Pandora
With that's newer than the world order
Approximately three quarters of y'all are water I straight ya
Then orchestrate your torture with roots of
The pill brimmage to the line of scrimmage up against your
life is a heist, and the strong get a percentage

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 a mountain into grands of sand
Your pain stains the hand that held the mic to the stand
The desperado, that to follow
The fifth afficianado, break you up into parts vibrato

I like the dark of the night
Niggaz is sweet and sound when they talk on the mic
use the simple back and forth the same old rhythm that's plain
I'd rather magnetize your brain
It's the Hip-Hop purist, that leave you 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 react

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