Luyện nghe bài hát Dr C Phd

Yo, I plan to build a myself a facility I'm 40
a molecular laboratory
that can analyze poetry data for me
even if it was recorded poorly, how
I frog leap over awful
then I separate by the carbon-14s
to the age of anything ever made
regardless of how the surface has changed
I put a on your name, bombard your brain
with gamma till you burst into flames
with the scientifically 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 ain't got album, you missing the proof
prepare for your doom my rocket plumes
glow against the background of the moon
fumes spoil complete stocks of fruits, and foods
burning your flammable boxes and
got in the even though I'm not in the mood
motherfucker you didn't win I can't lose
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 drown you in the saliva
till oxygen expires and your lungs dry up
'cause you said Bis ain't dope, you a liar
disaster for hire over beats by
flow like the Tigris, Euphrates, with the Eye of the
in my iris, Canibus is a
motherfucker, my was Irish
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 tell him to
yo I soak that shit and coat that in soy sauce
tell the FCC boss, that noise off
call Mafia Boss
him yo, I got a job for you, I want you to bust his balls
Drop him off by Falls
write my name on a banana and put the between his jaws
nobody disrespects law
I'm the there ever is and the best 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 probably somewhere on the fucking it up
dead or alive, will live through the rhyme
to be the illest on the mic is a mission of
divine, you can't get it twisted this time
vocal with a mirror to make my lips are aligned
Dr C, PHD from UMG
as the LCD display on a new MP
prototype of a MC
with 3d topography maps you see
Butcher on Broad Street, CDs
in butcher paper, doing artwork with
if you don't like the quality, talk to me
what the fuck you on the website for you
punching the keys, remember sound
that's exactly what it sounds like when i'm your teeth
a rap, bitch, if you've got the gumption to speak
stand next to me, i might put a in your meat
diss you and your man, the beef
to you the truth, I thought your rebuttal was weak
round the outside, blah, blah, etcetra,
the body of my is bigger than South America
nigga look, this is all I to say
my P-H-D-I-C-K