Luyện nghe bài hát Dresscode

I'm strictly on your anus
is not the same as
I'm cosmic
On
call me famous for that
I'm fat like the records from 'big
On the boombap,
I stick treesap
Tight, right,
c-4 plastic
When limbs and arms from the bomb
Shit gets
I'm claymore
No need to say
I got the goofy-lookin' when they call
Themselves so
Now sells with the weak and plastic
Lyrically, they show their buttcheeks like pornographic
Choreographic your ego catched it
On your contract, grabbed the check and dashed it
fake, second-rate skills, no scruples to hide it
Styles that smell like a bad of gingivitus
You got the gimmick, like the 'instapumpinflater'
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 bulletproof vest

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

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, 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 Days a week I peak, like on acidtrips
Revolutionary,
the year '66
Kinda queer to see snatchin' titles, call themselves
royal
Like yack I rock proud, release my mortal
Your middleclass grungetrash, is outdated
Like that bellbotom, jheri curl, time to get

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 style dressed sis and get dropped
I do, what you see, what I say, it's what you do
Next day celeb, day look poo-poo
Funky dope maneuvers make a rapper stupid and silly
Crack egos like the cracks in liberty bell from
Scorin' points, the ruler, who has won ?
Rockets houston, like olajuwon took apart robinson
Arsenal of moves to prove not the pants that's saggin'
Put the belt so tight, g-funkers choke on
You sneak-a-peek more than b-boys at a
You must be outta-yo-rocka, to the bucks and try to duck a
Style dieharder with a vengeance
willis, I'm the illest, on the cheesy, no resemblance
With

Dresscode,