Luyện nghe bài hát Dr C Phd

Yo, I to build a myself a facility before I'm 40
a molecular archceogenetic
that can complex poetry data for me
even if it was recorded poorly, how
I frog leap over beats
then I separate by the carbon-14s
to determine the age of ever made
of how the outside surface has changed
I put a curse on your name, bombard brain
with x-rays till you burst into flames
with the quantifiable megalomaniacal
viable style, it's trying to ride a bull
let's have a duel after school
check into me a nice Sinai room
so I can get as the flu, spittin the truth
if you got this album, you missing the proof
prepare for your doom my rocket plumes
glow against the pale of the moon
toxic fumes complete stocks of fruits, and foods
burning your flammable boxes and
got in the groove even I'm not in the mood
motherfucker you didn't win 'cause I lose
give the fans the to choose, fuck you
the illest, who's it really up to
rapping fire, you run for the pacifier
tie you up and drown you in the quagmire
till your expires and your lungs dry up
you said Bis ain't dope, you a damn liar
disaster for over beats by pious
flow like the Tigris, Euphrates, with the Eye of the
in my iris, Canibus is a
motherfucker, my greatgrandfather was
roll the dices, 'll break you like young Tyson
give me the mic man, I don't need no man
put a on me, put one on him
i tear off his limbs, throw him in, and him to swim
yo I soak that shit and coat that in soy sauce
tell the FCC boss, turn that off
Detroit's Mafia Boss
tell him yo, I got a job for you, I want you to bust his
him off by Niagra Falls
write my name on a banana and put the banana his jaws
disrespects lyrical law
I'm the best there ever is and the ever was
training like a grunt face in the mud
blood, sweat, and tears, sucking it up
yo, you wonder where I am now
I'm somewhere on the microphone fucking it up
or alive, Canibus will live through the rhyme
to be the on the mic is a mission of mine
spittin' divine, you get it twisted this time
vocal with a mirror to make my lips are aligned
Dr C, PHD graduated UMG
bright as the LCD on a new MP
prototype of a MC
3d topography maps you can't see
Butcher on Street, wrapping CDs
in butcher paper, doing artwork Sharpies
if you don't the quality, then talk to me
what the fuck you on the for you creep?
punching the keys, that sound
exactly what it sounds like when i'm punching your teeth
kick a rap, bitch, if got the gumption to speak
stand to me, i might put a lump in your meat
diss you and your man, the beef
to you the truth, I thought your rebuttal was weak
the outside, blah, blah, etcetra, etcetra
the body of my literature is bigger South America
nigga look, this is all I to say
my P-H-D-I-C-K