Luyện nghe bài hát Concerto of Desparado

The concerto, of the
R-double-O-T-S the flow
If you know I know then you know the motto
That's all the false shit to go

In the glow of the moon, over the melancholy
My is set like a U.F.O.
The maestro, the lyricist
My physical play the of a vessel
The of my lyrics law manifesto
My thoughts wrestle and attack the killer instincts
of a gorilla stronger than
vanilla my soliloquoy profess my ability to just
stimulate you the best sensimilla
The the Illadel-L-P-O-phila proceed
hither is my death flower blow tower to smithereens
to fiends catch another rhyme
Deeper the meditations of a Hindu worshiper
Unorthodox, hip-hop,
a Serengeti cheetah my thoughts swifter
you lose your balance when the sound ya
So for the, Fifth Militia
A poet's under pressure stressin' you get the picture
Even if it means you hang over the banister
I a microphone on any pistol brandisher
And take of ya because you amateur
Styles gunning down your sound man and
What? This how we do it in the for nine-six
With this delivering attack on pointless rap
Breakin MC's down to fractions, tell your
time to go to war, reaction

The concerto, of the
R-double-O-T-S check the
If you know like I know then you know the
all the fake shit gots to go
The concerto, of the
R-double-O-T-S check the
If you know like I know then you the motto
That's all the false gots to go

The implorer, the universe
Treat MC's like the cities of Sodom and
Leavin these niggas like a box of Pandora
With styles that's than the world order
three quarters of y'all are water
I straight ya
Then orchestrate your torture roots of culture
The pill to the line of scrimmage up against your image
Where life is a heist, and the get a percentage
It's ill as a war and within it I'm the
that surrounds you a peninsula to snatch the pennant
You like Japan's futons and fans
While I design a plan to make a rapper like a pedestrian
I crush a mountain grands of sand
Your stains the hand that held the mic inserted to the stand
The desperado, refuse to follow
The Fifth afficianado, break you up into parts vibrato
I deep the dark of the night
Niggas is and sound silly when they talk on the mic
They use the simple and forth the same
old rhythm plain
I'd UltraMagnetize your brain
the hip-hop purist, that leave you lost like a tourist
inside the chorus, is bringin' nothin' for us
As we breakin' 'em to fractions, tell your squadron
time to go to war, respond reaction

The concerto, of the
R-double-O-T-S the flow
If you know I know then you know the motto
That's all the fake shit to go
The concerto, of the
check the flow
If you know like I know then you the motto
That's all the false gots to go