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 fake got to go

In the of the moon, over the melancholy metro
My poetry is set a U.F.O
The maestro, the lyricist
My play the role of a vessel
The level of my lyrics law
My thoughts wrestle and attack with the instincts
Of a gorilla than Samson
vanilla my soliloquy profess my ability to just
Stimulate you like the sensimilla

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

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

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

The implorer, the explorer
Treat M C's like the cities of and Gomorrah
Leavin' these open like a box of Pandora
With styles that's newer the world order
Approximately three of y'all are water I straight deport ya
Then orchestrate your torture roots of culture
The brimmage to the line of scrimmage up against your 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 fold like Japan's futons and
While I design a to make a rapper step like a pedestrian
I crush a into 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 into like vibrato

I deep the dark of the night
Niggaz is sweet and sound when they talk on the mic
They use the simple back and forth the same old rhythm that's
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 down to fractions, tell squadron
It's time to go to war respond

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