Luyện nghe bài hát Dresscode

I'm strictly on your anus
is not the same as
I'm powerful
On
People call me for that
I'm fat like the records 'big cat'
On the boombap,
I stick treesap
Tight, right,
Like c-4
When and arms struggle from the bomb
Shit drastic
I'm strictly
No need to say
I got the goofy-lookin' tootsy when they
Themselves so
Now industry sells with the and plastic
Lyrically, they show their buttcheeks like pornographic
Choreographic whore ego catched it
On your first contract, grabbed the and dashed it
You're fake, skills, no scruples to hide it
Styles that like a bad case of gingivitus
You got the gimmick, like the 'instapumpinflater'
I'm shack-attack reebok, run the on you fakers
that

Dresscode,
Everybody's 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 coke and seats
Got a spoonful of flavor, seldom savored

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Your grungetrash, style is outdated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

Dresscode,

If rap was crack, I'd be a
If a whack style was sex, I'd celibate
Should I say orthodox on the say, what do I rock ?
No buttnaked style dressed like sis and get
What I do, what you see, what I say, what you do
day celeb, other day look poo-poo
Funky dope maneuvers make a rapper look stupid and
Crack egos like the cracks in bell from philly
points, check the ruler, who has won ?
Rockets from houston, like olajuwon took apart
Arsenal of moves to it's not the pants that's saggin'
Put the belt so tight, g-funkers on rappin'
You sneak-a-peek more than b-boys at a
You must be outta-yo-rocka, to catch the bucks and try to a
that's dieharder with a vengeance
Like willis, I'm the illest, on the cheesy, no
With

Dresscode,