Luyện nghe bài hát Dr C Phd

Yo, I plan to build a myself a facility I'm 40
a molecular laboratory
can analyze complex poetry data for me
even if it was poorly, how extraordinary
I frog over awful beats
I separate rappers by the carbon-14s
to determine the age of ever made
regardless of how the surface has changed
I put a curse on name, bombard your brain
with x-rays till you burst into flames
with the scientifically megalomaniacal
viable style, it's like trying to 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 ain't got album, you missing the proof
prepare for your doom my rocket plumes
glow the pale background of the moon
toxic spoil complete stocks of fruits, and foods
burning your flammable and booms
got in the groove even though I'm not in the
motherfucker you didn't win 'cause I can't
give the fans the chance to choose, you
who's the illest, who's it up to
fire, you better run for the pacifier
tie you up and you in the saliva quagmire
till your expires and your lungs dry up
'cause you said Bis ain't dope, you a liar
disaster for over beats by pious
flow like the Tigris, Euphrates, the Eye of the Tiger
in my iris, Canibus is a
motherfucker, my was Irish
let's roll the dices, 'll 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 tell him to
yo I soak that shit and coat that in soy sauce
tell the FCC boss, turn noise off
call Mafia Boss
tell him yo, I got a job for you, I want you to bust his
Drop him off by Falls
write my on a banana and put the banana between his jaws
nobody disrespects law
I'm the best ever is and the best ever was
like a grunt face down in the mud
with blood, sweat, and tears, it up
yo, you wonder I am right now
I'm somewhere on the microphone fucking it up
dead or alive, Canibus will live through the
to be the illest on the mic is a mission of
spittin' divine, you can't get it twisted time
with a mirror to make sure my lips are aligned
Dr C, PHD graduated UMG
bright as the LCD on a new MP
of a true MC
with 3d topography you can't see
Butcher on Broad Street, CDs
in butcher paper, artwork with Sharpies
if you don't the quality, then talk to me
what the fuck you on the for you creep?
punching the keys, remember sound
that's exactly what it sounds when i'm punching your teeth
kick a rap, bitch, if got the gumption to speak
stand next to me, i might put a lump in your
you and your man, double the beef
to tell you the truth, I your rebuttal was weak
round the outside, blah, blah, etcetra,
the body of my literature is bigger than South
nigga look, is all I gots to say
my P-H-D-I-C-K