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 fake got to go

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

The half life the Philladellpophila
Hither is my flower blow your tower to smithe
Reens to fiends catch another gripper
Deeper than the meditations of a Hindu
Unorthodox, Hip-Hop,
Than a Serengeti cheetah my thoughts
You lose your balance the sound hits ya

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

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 that's all the fake shit got to go, fake gots to go

The implorer, the universe
Treat M C's like the cities of Sodom and
these niggaz open like a box of Pandora
With that's newer than the world order
three quarters of y'all 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 life is a heist, and the get a percentage

ill as a war and within' it I'm the lieutenant
That surrounds you like a peninsula to the pennant
You like Japan's futons and fans
While I a plan to make a rapper step 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 fifth afficianado, break you up into parts like

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

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