Luyện nghe bài hát Concerto of the Desperado

The Concerto of the
R-double-O-T-S the flow
If you know like I then you know 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 concerto
My physical play the role of a
The of my lyrics law manifesto
My thoughts wrestle and attack the killer instincts
Of a stronger than Samson
Without vanilla my soliloquy profess my ability to
you like the best sensimilla

The half life the Philladellpophila
Hither is my death blow your 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, fifth
A poet's under pressure stressin' you get the picture
Even if it means you gotta over the banister
I a microphone on any pistol brandisher
And take of ya because you amateur
gunning down your sound man and manager
What this how we do it in the for nine-six
With this delivering attack on pointless rap
Breakin' M C's down to fractions, tell 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 then you the motto
And that's all the shit got to go, fake shit gots to go
The concerto, of the
check 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 Sodom and
Leavin' these open like a box of Pandora
With styles that's than 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
life is a heist, and the strong get a percentage

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

I deep the dark of the night
is sweet and sound silly when they talk on the mic
They use the back and forth the same old rhythm that's plain
I'd ultra magnetize your 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 squadron
It's time to go to war react

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