Luyện nghe bài hát Dresscode

I'm strictly thanos on your
Shit is not the as
I'm cosmic
On
People call me for that
I'm fat like the records from cat'
On the boombap,
I stick like
Tight, right,
c-4 plastic
When limbs and arms struggle from the
gets drastic
I'm claymore
No need to say
I got the goofy-lookin' tootsy when call
Themselves so
Now industry with the weak and plastic
Lyrically, they show buttcheeks like it's pornographic
whore your ego catched 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 of gingivitus
You got the best gimmick, like the
I'm shack-attack reebok, run the floor on you
that

Dresscode,
Everybody's tryin' to it from me how to
Dresscode,
I don't to impress but I'm strapped
With ricochet raps, you get 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
This is not the toyz-, the boyz-, but the
So when you're fullgrown, for that prone
My rap penetrates uvb through ozone
Ever since I started, sorta off guard to shit/
Learned that pioneers seldom get rewarded
I persevere atmosphere 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Your grungetrash, style is outdated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 on the flock; say, what do I rock ?
No style dressed like sis and get dropped
What I do, what you see, what I say, what you do
Next day celeb, day look poo-poo
Funky dope maneuvers make a rapper look stupid and
Crack egos 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 it's not the pants that's saggin'
Put the belt so tight, g-funkers on rappin'
You more than b-boys at a knocker/footlocker
You be outta-yo-rocka, to catch the bucks and try to duck a
Style dieharder with a vengeance
Like willis, I'm the illest, on the cheesy, no
that

Dresscode,