Luyện nghe bài hát Concerto of the Desperado

The Concerto of the
R-double-O-T-S the flow
If you know I know then 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 play the role of a
The level of my law manifesto
My thoughts and attack with the killer instincts
Of a gorilla stronger than
vanilla my soliloquy profess my ability to just
Stimulate you the best sensimilla

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

So check for the, militia
A poet's under stressin' that you get the picture
Even if it you gotta hang over the banister
I pull a microphone on any brandisher
And take advantage of ya because you
Styles gunning down sound man and manager
What 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
time to go to war, respond react

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

The implorer, the explorer
Treat M C's like the cities of Sodom and
Leavin' these niggaz like a box of Pandora
With styles that's than the world order
three quarters of y'all are water I straight deport ya
Then orchestrate your torture roots of culture
The pill to the line of scrimmage up against your image
Where life is a heist, and the strong get a

ill as a war and within' it I'm the lieutenant
That surrounds you like a 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 grands of sand
Your pain stains the hand that held the mic inserted to the
The desperado, that to follow
The fifth afficianado, break you up parts like vibrato

I like the dark of the night
Niggaz is sweet and sound silly they talk on the mic
They use the simple back and forth the same old rhythm plain
I'd rather ultra magnetize brain
It's the Hip-Hop purist, that leave you lost a tourist
Inside the chorus, niggaz is nothin' for us
As we breakin' 'em down to fractions, tell your
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 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 the motto
And that's all the fake got to go, fake shit gots to go