Luyện nghe bài hát Concerto of the Desperado

The Concerto of the
check the flow
If you like I know then you know the motto
That's all the shit got to go

In the glow of the moon, over the melancholy
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 gorilla stronger than
Without vanilla my soliloquy profess my ability to
you like the best sensimilla

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

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

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

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

It's ill as a war and it I'm the lieutenant
surrounds you like a peninsula to snatch the pennant
You fold Japan's futons and fans
While I design a plan to make a rapper like a pedestrian
I crush a mountain into grands of
pain stains the hand that 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
Niggaz is sweet and sound silly when they on the mic
They use the simple back and forth the same old rhythm that's
I'd ultra 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, tell squadron
It's time to go to war respond

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