Luyện nghe bài hát Dresscode

I'm strictly on your anus
is not the same as
I'm powerful
On
People me famous for that
I'm fat the records from 'big cat'
On the boombap,
I stick like
Tight, right,
Like c-4
When limbs and struggle from the bomb
Shit drastic
I'm strictly
No to say more
I got the tootsy when they call
so hardcore
Now industry sells the weak and plastic
Lyrically, they their buttcheeks like it's pornographic
Choreographic whore your ego it
On your first contract, grabbed the 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, like the
I'm shack-attack reebok, run the on you fakers
that

Dresscode,
Everybody's tryin' to it from me how to
Dresscode,
I don't dress to impress but I'm
ricochet raps, you get your bulletproof vest

Summer in the
a coke and take seats
Got a spoonful of flavor, savored like

Yo hops, baby pop, you in the mccoy zone
is not the toyz-, the boyz-, but the destroyzone
So when you're fullgrown, for accident prone
My rap penetrates like uvb ozone
Ever since I started, sorta off to shit/ offguarded
Learned that pioneers seldom get rewarded
I persevere when gets money-orientated
Dig the crates, real stealth, rapwealth,
Release, and get
8 a week I peak, like beatles on acidtrips
Revolutionary,
the year '66
Kinda queer to see them snatchin' titles, call
royal
Like yack I proud, release my mortal coil
Your middleclass grungetrash, style is
that bellbotom, jheri curl, time 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 flock; say, what do I ?
No buttnaked style dressed like sis and get
What I do, what you see, what I say, it's you do
Next day celeb, day look poo-poo
dope maneuvers make a rapper look stupid and silly
Crack egos the cracks in liberty bell from philly
Scorin' points, the ruler, who has won ?
Rockets from houston, like olajuwon took robinson
of moves to prove it's not the pants that's saggin'
Put the so tight, g-funkers choke on rappin'
You sneak-a-peek than b-boys at a knocker/footlocker
You be outta-yo-rocka, to catch the bucks and try to duck a
that's dieharder with a vengeance
Like willis, I'm the illest, on the cheesy, no
that

Dresscode,