Luyện nghe bài hát Dr C Phd

Yo, I to build a myself a facility before I'm 40
a archceogenetic laboratory
that can analyze poetry data for me
even if it was poorly, how extraordinary
I frog leap over awful
then I separate rappers by the
to the age of anything ever made
regardless of how the outside has changed
I put a curse on name, bombard your brain
with gamma x-rays till you burst flames
the scientifically quantifiable megalomaniacal
viable style, it's like trying to a bull
let's have a dictionary duel after
check into me a Cedar Sinai room
so I can get as the flu, spittin the truth
if you got this album, you missing the proof
prepare for your my nuclear rocket plumes
glow the pale background of the moon
toxic fumes complete stocks of fruits, and foods
burning flammable boxes and booms
got in the groove though I'm not in the mood
motherfucker you didn't win I can't lose
give the the chance to choose, fuck you
who's the illest, who's it up to
rapping fire, you better run for the
tie you up and drown you in the saliva
till oxygen expires and your lungs dry up
'cause you Bis ain't dope, you a damn liar
disaster for hire over by pious
flow the Tigris, Euphrates, with the Eye of the Tiger
in my iris, is a fighter
motherfucker, my was Irish
let's roll the dices, 'll you like young Tyson
me the mic man, I don't need no hype man
put a on me, put one on him
i off his limbs, throw him in, and tell him to swim
yo I soak that shit and that shit in soy sauce
tell the FCC boss, that noise off
Detroit's Mafia Boss
tell him yo, I got a job for you, I want you to bust his
Drop him off by Falls
write my name on a banana and put the between his jaws
nobody lyrical law
I'm the best ever is and the best ever was
training a grunt face down in the mud
blood, sweat, and tears, sucking it up
yo, you where I am right now
I'm probably somewhere on the microphone it up
dead or alive, Canibus will live 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 sure my lips are
Dr C, PHD from UMG
as the LCD display on a new MP
prototype of a MC
with 3d topography you can't see
on Broad Street, wrapping CDs
in butcher paper, doing with Sharpies
if you don't like the quality, talk to me
what the you on the website for you creep?
punching the keys, remember that
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 lump in your
diss you and your man, the beef
to tell you the truth, I your rebuttal was weak
round the outside, blah, blah, etcetra,
the body of my literature is than South America
nigga look, this is all I to say
my P-H-D-I-C-K