Luyện nghe bài hát Dresscode

I'm strictly 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 like
Tight, right,
c-4 plastic
When limbs and arms from the bomb
gets drastic
I'm strictly
No need to say
I got the goofy-lookin' when they call
Themselves so
Now industry sells with the weak and
Lyrically, they show their like it's pornographic
whore your ego catched it
On your contract, grabbed the check and dashed it
You're fake, second-rate skills, no scruples to it
that smell 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 dress to impress but I'm strapped
With ricochet raps, you get your bulletproof

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

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

Dresscode,

If rap was crack, I'd be a
If a whack was sex, I'd stay celibate
Should I say orthodox on the flock; say, what do I ?
No buttnaked dressed like sis and get dropped
What I do, you see, what I say, it's what you do
day celeb, other day look poo-poo
Funky maneuvers make a rapper look stupid and silly
Crack like the cracks in liberty bell from philly
points, check the ruler, who has won ?
Rockets from houston, like olajuwon apart robinson
Arsenal of moves to it's not the pants that's saggin'
Put the so tight, g-funkers choke on rappin'
You sneak-a-peek more b-boys at a knocker/footlocker
You be outta-yo-rocka, to catch 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,