Luyện nghe bài hát Dresscode

I'm strictly on your anus
Shit is not the as
I'm powerful
On
People call me for that
I'm fat like the records from 'big
On the boombap,
I stick like
Tight, right,
c-4 plastic
When limbs and arms struggle the bomb
Shit drastic
I'm strictly
No to say more
I got the goofy-lookin' when they call
so hardcore
Now sells with the weak and plastic
Lyrically, they show their buttcheeks it's pornographic
Choreographic whore your ego it
On your contract, grabbed the check and dashed it
You're fake, second-rate skills, no scruples to it
Styles that smell like a bad case of
You got the best gimmick, the 'instapumpinflater'
I'm reebok, run the floor on you fakers
With

Dresscode,
tryin' to hide it from me how to
Dresscode,
I don't to impress but I'm strapped
With ricochet raps, you get bulletproof vest

in the city
Grab a and take seats
Got a spoonful of flavor, seldom like

Yo hops, baby pop, you slop in the zone
is not the toyz-, the boyz-, but the destroyzone
So when you're fullgrown, for accident prone
My rap penetrates like uvb ozone
since I started, sorta off guard to shit/ offguarded
Learned that pioneers seldom get rewarded
I persevere when atmosphere gets
Dig the crates, stealth, with rapwealth,
Release, and get
8 a week I peak, like beatles on acidtrips
Revolutionary,
Like the '66
Kinda queer to see them titles, call themselves
royal
Like I rock proud, release my mortal coil
middleclass grungetrash, style is outdated
Like that bellbotom, jheri curl, to get faded

Dresscode,

If rap was crack, I'd be a
If a style was sex, I'd stay celibate
Should I say orthodox on the say, what do I rock ?
No buttnaked style dressed sis and get dropped
I do, what you see, what I say, it's what you do
Next day celeb, other day poo-poo
Funky dope make a rapper look stupid and silly
Crack egos like the cracks in liberty from philly
Scorin' points, the ruler, who has won ?
Rockets from houston, like olajuwon apart robinson
Arsenal of moves to prove not the pants that's saggin'
Put the belt so tight, choke on rappin'
You sneak-a-peek than b-boys at a knocker/footlocker
You must be outta-yo-rocka, to catch the and try to duck a
Style that's with a vengeance
willis, I'm the illest, on the cheesy, no resemblance
With

Dresscode,