Luyện nghe bài hát Ear Drums Pop(Remix)

Affiliation like, Dilated

Watch ear drums pop, pop, pop
your ear drums pop, pop
Got rap shit locked

Planet Asia, ain't a damn changed
Changed, changed,

The methods of melodic torture, mic
I'm locally accepted, respected
So gimmie mines and your death wish
Dead at the throat like floatin' with your neck
Be gone, I'm way
My shines harder than your necklace
I just violate the streets I Dilate the Peoples
cut, kill the track, annihilate the sequel

Trigger-happy, anxious to earn to stripe like it was put on
Initiation means death, burn the mic, now meet your
If the shot's rusted, hot sauce for all you block
Duck it, fuckin' with the spot rushers
Bustin' brand new artillery cocked

Straight out the shop to catch you up close
Dead on the spot, goes your manhood
Mad Max, Terror your Dome for canned
you with the heat, destroy my conscience with the backward
Easin' up ain't in the plans, I leave MCs with no
I'll so deep in thoughts, the fans labeled it trance

Iriscience,
MC
you don't rhyme fair

Aiyyo, we hit it festivals and we hit it the
We hit it like Brad Pitt did it to Fight
I love it and live it, if you it, then come and get it
I'm Show and AG or Alomar, how I spit it
It's the highly-developed, well-equipped,
a target if you're soft, pastel or delicate
I'm 'cause everything goes at pro caliber
A top competitor, a world class

Spell-the-name-right.com, the site
Like could check the date on a dime from satellites
I like Coltrane, pushin' the blue tray
Rakaa's my name, style like Hussein
With Asia, Defari and Everlast
Tha Ag and Ev deliver the weather fast
Joey Chavez and a butcher named Babs
Now take that back to the lab

Man,
L.A. and it's finest

They wanna who step up and I'll dump
Invade and face the rage of a twelve gauge
Yo chump, I'm not that guy, my Defari
I roll the fo' sho' logo, the open eye
Dilated, rotated, Golden Stated
So many dream of the sound me and Ev created
Everybody be rhymin' with two left feet
That's like a man in lane five at the track meet

You wishin' on a star but you at the sun
I be the one who takes it so serious, more than fun
Pro with a bottle of Crown and quart of Guiness
The ink up the paper in a matter of minutes
Whether from Brooklyn or Venice, I with mental fitness
out you suckers and you don't know how I did this
So it, quit with the nonsense, you harmless
Leave the hip hop alone and get your fix a pharmacy

Everlastin' fresh
Ford brings the devastating mic control

I read the New and gave it up for Lent
All the places I just to pay my rent
Used to keep me bent on a daily
my hammer, spit a Comet like Haley
I'll buck a three-eighty on that act Shady
I'm original Grady, check my Sanford, Son

You know, you ain't the one rep pecker wood status
I'll bust that ass, your eyes on the floor
What you here for, son, you know the law
Let's take it to the house, slide off your blouse
up your skirt and expose your panties
For the to see, you can't rep it like me
I'm Communist, terrorist, vandalist,
Scandalous, masacous, miss battalist
You must be or just plain dumb
You might catch a down, now where I come from
like that

Crescent Heights, get the name
You know my name

Yo, yo, Tha Agony, a superhero creatin' miracles
Analyze this like DeNiro with your air-tight vacuum lungs
Got your ass [Incomprehensible]
Chewin gum, bitin' tongue, bleedin'
What is it that you're really
Is it air to breathin', a bank account so plenty of cheese in
into consideration with every situation that you're facin'
Analyze the

What's the
Who does the work, who does the paper work?
Who's the president the desk, reclinin' the best
Too fake fraudulent artists, ignoramusses
Gettin' famous-es, tryin' to steal my whole name in
That's why every move is
It's the unprecedented rhymes I invented
R-rated, Phil Tha Agony and
Crescent Heights, we're stealin' your height,

76 born lyricist
Evidence got sound mission

Yo y'all, my shit is
A clock no hands, a hourglass with no sand
My life span's been written before anyone cloths or
I've started path but what I've said just passed
The lab cat's back, that's why I feel like I've chose
To rise to occasions with hits Pete Rose

to myself but once I say when
No mistakes allowed, my letters in pen
Permanent ink, unleaded gas tank ready to
Open all flows in border in sync
Total chaos, mass
You just entered the playoffs, yo, my not losin'

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