Luyện nghe bài hát Dr C Phd

Yo, I plan to a myself a facility before I'm 40
a archceogenetic laboratory
that can complex poetry data for me
even if it was poorly, how extraordinary
I frog leap over beats
then I rappers by the carbon-14s
to determine the age of ever made
regardless of how the surface has changed
I put a curse on your name, your brain
with x-rays till you burst into flames
with the scientifically megalomaniacal
viable style, it's like trying to ride a
let's have a dictionary duel school
check into me a nice Cedar Sinai
so I can get as the flu, spittin the truth
if you ain't got this album, you the proof
prepare for your my nuclear rocket plumes
glow against the pale background of the
toxic fumes spoil stocks of fruits, and foods
burning your flammable and booms
got in the even though I'm not in the mood
motherfucker you didn't win 'cause I can't
the fans the chance to choose, fuck you
who's the illest, who's it up to
rapping fire, you 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 damn
disaster for hire over beats by
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 break you young Tyson
give me the mic man, I don't 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 and coat that shit in soy sauce
tell the FCC boss, turn that off
call Detroit's Mafia
tell him yo, I got a job for you, I want you to bust his
Drop him off by Niagra
write my name on a banana and put the banana between his
nobody lyrical 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 probably on the microphone fucking it up
or alive, Canibus will live through the rhyme
to be the illest on the mic is a of mine
spittin' divine, you can't get it this time
with a mirror to make sure my lips are aligned
Dr C, PHD from 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, doing artwork with
if you don't like the quality, then to me
what the fuck you on the website for you
punching the keys, remember that
that's exactly what it sounds when i'm punching your teeth
kick a rap, bitch, if you've got the gumption to
stand next to me, i put a lump in your meat
you and your man, double the beef
to tell you the truth, I thought your was weak
the outside, blah, blah, etcetra, etcetra
the body of my literature is bigger South America
nigga look, is all I gots to say
my P-H-D-I-C-K