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 from cat'
On the boombap,
I stick like
Tight, right,
Like c-4
limbs and arms struggle from the bomb
Shit drastic
I'm strictly
No to say more
I got the goofy-lookin' tootsy when they
so hardcore
Now industry with the weak and plastic
Lyrically, they show buttcheeks like it's pornographic
Choreographic whore ego catched it
On your first contract, grabbed the check and it
You're fake, second-rate skills, no scruples to it
Styles that smell like a bad case of
You got the gimmick, like the 'instapumpinflater'
I'm shack-attack reebok, run the on you fakers
With

Dresscode,
tryin' to hide it from me how to
Dresscode,
I don't dress to impress but I'm
With ricochet raps, you get your bulletproof

in the city
Grab a coke and take
Got a spoonful of flavor, seldom savored

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Your middleclass grungetrash, is outdated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

Dresscode,

If rap was crack, I'd be a
If a style was sex, I'd stay celibate
I say orthodox on the flock; say, what do I rock ?
No buttnaked style dressed like sis and get
I do, what you see, what I say, it's what you do
Next day celeb, other day look
Funky dope maneuvers make a rapper look stupid and
egos like the cracks in liberty bell from philly
Scorin' points, the ruler, who has won ?
from houston, like olajuwon took apart robinson
Arsenal of to prove it's not the pants that's saggin'
Put the so tight, g-funkers choke on rappin'
You sneak-a-peek more than at a knocker/footlocker
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,