Luyện nghe bài hát Dr C Phd

Yo, I plan to build a a facility before I'm 40
a molecular archceogenetic
that can analyze complex poetry for me
even if it was recorded poorly, how
I frog leap over awful
then I separate rappers by the
to the age of anything ever made
of how the outside surface has changed
I put a curse on your name, bombard your
with gamma x-rays you burst into flames
with the scientifically quantifiable
viable style, it's like to ride a bull
let's have a duel after school
check into me a Cedar Sinai room
so I can get sick as the flu, spittin the
if you ain't got this album, you the proof
prepare for doom my nuclear rocket plumes
glow against the background of the moon
toxic fumes spoil stocks of fruits, and foods
burning your flammable boxes and
got in the groove even though I'm not in the
motherfucker you win 'cause I can't lose
give the the chance to choose, fuck 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 quagmire
till your oxygen and your lungs dry up
'cause you Bis ain't dope, you a damn liar
for hire over beats by pious
flow like the Tigris, Euphrates, with the Eye of the
in my iris, is a fighter
motherfucker, my greatgrandfather was
let's roll the dices, 'll break you 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, him in, and tell him to swim
yo I soak that shit and coat that in soy sauce
tell the FCC boss, turn noise off
Detroit's Mafia Boss
tell him yo, I got a job for you, I want you to his balls
Drop him off by Niagra
write my name on a banana and put the between his jaws
nobody lyrical law
I'm the best there is and the best ever was
training like a grunt down in the mud
blood, sweat, and tears, sucking it up
yo, you where I am right now
I'm somewhere on the microphone fucking it up
dead or alive, Canibus 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 sure my lips are aligned
Dr C, PHD from UMG
bright as the LCD on a new MP
of a true MC
with 3d maps you can't see
Butcher on Broad Street, CDs
in butcher paper, doing artwork Sharpies
if you like the quality, then talk to me
the fuck you on the website for you creep?
punching the keys, remember that
that's what it sounds like when i'm punching your teeth
kick a rap, bitch, if you've got the gumption to
stand next to me, i might put a in your meat
diss you and your man, double the
to tell you the truth, I thought your was weak
the outside, blah, blah, etcetra, etcetra
the body of my literature is bigger than America
nigga look, this is all I to say
my P-H-D-I-C-K