Luyện nghe bài hát Dr C Phd

Yo, I to build a myself a facility before I'm 40
a molecular archceogenetic
that can complex poetry data for me
even if it was poorly, how extraordinary
I frog over awful beats
then I separate by the carbon-14s
to determine the age of ever made
regardless of how the outside 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 trying to a bull
let's a dictionary duel after school
into me a nice Cedar Sinai room
so I can get as the flu, spittin the truth
if you ain't got this album, you the proof
for your doom my nuclear rocket plumes
glow against the background of the moon
toxic fumes spoil complete of fruits, and foods
burning your flammable boxes and
got in the groove though I'm not in the mood
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 expires and lungs dry up
'cause you said Bis dope, you a damn liar
disaster for hire 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 break you young Tyson
give me the mic man, I don't need no 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 coat shit in soy sauce
tell the FCC boss, turn that off
call Detroit's Boss
tell him yo, I got a job for you, I want you to bust his
him off by Niagra Falls
write my on a banana and put the banana between his jaws
nobody lyrical law
I'm the best there ever is and the ever was
training 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
or alive, Canibus will live through the rhyme
to be the illest on the mic is a of mine
divine, you can't get it twisted this time
vocal with a mirror to make my lips are aligned
Dr C, PHD graduated UMG
bright as the LCD on a new MP
prototype of a MC
with 3d topography you can't see
on Broad Street, wrapping CDs
in butcher paper, doing artwork Sharpies
if you don't like the quality, talk to me
what the fuck you on the website for you
the keys, remember that sound
that's exactly what it like when i'm punching your teeth
kick a rap, bitch, if you've got the to speak
stand next to me, i might put a in your meat
diss you and man, double the beef
to tell you the truth, I thought your was weak
round the outside, blah, blah, etcetra,
the body of my literature is bigger than America
nigga look, is all I gots to say
my P-H-D-I-C-K