Luyện nghe bài hát Dresscode

I'm thanos on your anus
Shit is not the as
I'm cosmic
On
People call me famous for
I'm fat the records from 'big cat'
On the boombap,
I stick treesap
Tight, right,
Like c-4
limbs and arms struggle from the bomb
Shit gets
I'm strictly
No need to say
I got the tootsy when they call
so hardcore
Now industry with the weak and plastic
Lyrically, they show their buttcheeks it's pornographic
Choreographic your ego catched it
On your first contract, grabbed the check and it
You're fake, second-rate skills, no scruples to it
Styles that like a bad case of gingivitus
You got the best gimmick, like the
I'm reebok, run the floor on you fakers
With

Dresscode,
Everybody's tryin' to hide it me how to
Dresscode,
I dress to impress but I'm strapped
With ricochet raps, you get your bulletproof

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

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

Dresscode,

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

Dresscode,