Luyện nghe bài hát Dresscode

I'm strictly thanos on your
Shit is not the as
I'm powerful
On
People call me famous for
I'm fat like the records 'big cat'
On the boombap,
I stick treesap
Tight, right,
c-4 plastic
When limbs and arms struggle the bomb
Shit drastic
I'm strictly
No to say more
I got the goofy-lookin' tootsy when they
Themselves so
Now industry with the weak and plastic
Lyrically, show their buttcheeks like it's pornographic
Choreographic your ego catched it
On first contract, grabbed the check and dashed it
You're fake, second-rate skills, no to hide it
Styles 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 tryin' to hide it me how to
Dresscode,
I dress to impress but I'm strapped
With ricochet raps, you get your vest

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

Yo hops, baby pop, you in the mccoy zone
is not the toyz-, the boyz-, but the destroyzone
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 when atmosphere gets money-orientated
Dig the crates, stealth, with rapwealth,
Release, and get
8 a week I peak, like beatles on acidtrips
Revolutionary,
the year '66
Kinda queer to see snatchin' titles, call themselves
royal
Like yack I proud, release my mortal coil
Your middleclass grungetrash, style is
that bellbotom, jheri curl, time to get faded

Dresscode,

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

Dresscode,