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
all the fake shit got to go

In the glow of the moon, the melancholy metro
My is set like a U.F.O
The maestro, the lyricist
My play the role of a vessel
The level of my lyrics law
My thoughts wrestle and with the killer instincts
Of a gorilla stronger Samson
Without my soliloquy profess my ability to just
Stimulate you the best sensimilla

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

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

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

The implorer, the explorer
Treat M C's the cities of Sodom and Gomorrah
Leavin' these open like a box of Pandora
With styles that's newer than the order
Approximately three quarters of y'all are I straight deport ya
Then orchestrate your with roots of culture
The brimmage to the line of scrimmage up against your image
Where is a heist, and the strong get a percentage

ill as a war and within' it I'm the lieutenant
That surrounds you a peninsula to snatch the pennant
You fold Japan's futons and fans
While I design a to make a rapper step like a pedestrian
I crush a mountain into grands of
Your pain stains the hand held the mic inserted to the stand
The desperado, that refuse to
The fifth afficianado, you up into parts like vibrato

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

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