Luyện nghe bài hát Concerto of the Desperado

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

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

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

So check for the, militia
A poet's under pressure that you get the picture
Even if it means you 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
Breakin' M C's down to fractions, tell your
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, fake shit to go
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 shit to go

The implorer, the explorer
Treat M C's like the cities of and Gomorrah
Leavin' these niggaz like a box of Pandora
With styles that's newer than the order
Approximately quarters of y'all are water I straight deport ya
Then orchestrate torture with roots of culture
The pill brimmage to the 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 a peninsula to snatch the pennant
You fold Japan's futons and fans
While I a plan to make a rapper step like a pedestrian
I crush a mountain into of sand
Your pain stains the hand that the mic inserted to the stand
The desperado, that refuse to
The fifth afficianado, break you up into parts like

I deep like the of the night
is sweet and sound silly when they talk on the mic
They use the simple and forth the same old rhythm that's plain
I'd rather ultra magnetize your
It's the Hip-Hop purist, that leave you lost like a
Inside the chorus, niggaz is bringin' for us
As we breakin' 'em down to fractions, your 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 all the fake shit got to go, fake shit gots to go
the concerto, of the desperado
R-double-O-T-S check the
If you like I know then you know the motto
And that's all the shit got to go, fake shit gots to go