Luyện nghe bài hát Concerto of the Desperado

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

In the of the moon, over the melancholy metro
My is set like 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 attack with the killer
Of a gorilla stronger Samson
Without vanilla my soliloquy my ability to just
Stimulate you like the sensimilla

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

So for the, fifth 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 brandisher
And take advantage of ya you amateur
Styles gunning 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
R-double-O-T-S check the
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 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

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

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

I deep like the 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
the Hip-Hop purist, that leave you lost like a tourist
Inside the chorus, niggaz is bringin' for us
As we breakin' 'em down to fractions, tell squadron
time 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 desperado
R-double-O-T-S check the
If you know I know then you know the motto
And that's all the fake got to go, fake shit gots to go