Luyện nghe bài hát Concerto of the Desperado

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

In the of the moon, over the melancholy metro
My is set like a U.F.O
The maestro, the concerto
My physical play the role of a
The level of my law manifesto
My wrestle and attack with the killer instincts
Of a gorilla stronger than
Without my soliloquy profess my ability to just
Stimulate you the best sensimilla

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

So check for the, militia
A poet's pressure stressin' that you get the picture
if it means you gotta hang over the banister
I pull a microphone on any pistol
And take advantage of ya you amateur
gunning down your sound man and manager
What this how we do it in the year for
With this delivering on pointless rap shit
Breakin' M C's to fractions, tell your squadron
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, shit gots to go
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 shit to go

The implorer, the explorer
Treat M C's like the cities of Sodom and
these niggaz open like a box of Pandora
With styles that's newer than the order
Approximately three quarters of y'all are water I deport ya
orchestrate your torture with roots of culture
The pill to the line of scrimmage up against your 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
I design a plan to make a rapper step like a pedestrian
I crush a mountain into grands of
Your stains the hand that held the mic inserted to the stand
The desperado, that refuse to
The fifth afficianado, break you up parts like vibrato

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

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 gots to go
It's the concerto, of the
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, shit gots to go