Luyện nghe bài hát Concerto of the Desperado

The of the Desperado
R-double-O-T-S the flow
If you know like I know then you the motto
all the fake shit got to go

In the glow of the moon, the melancholy metro
My is set like a U.F.O
The maestro, the lyricist
My physical play the of a vessel
The level of my law manifesto
My thoughts wrestle and attack the killer instincts
Of a gorilla than Samson
Without my soliloquy profess 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 meditations of a worshiper
Unorthodox, Hip-Hop,
Than a cheetah my thoughts swifter
You lose balance when the sound hits ya

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

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

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

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

I deep like the dark of the
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 ultra magnetize your brain
It's the Hip-Hop purist, that leave you like a tourist
Inside the chorus, is bringin' nothin' for us
As we breakin' 'em to fractions, tell your squadron
It's time to go to war react

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