Luyện nghe bài hát Dresscode

I'm thanos on your anus
Shit is not the as
I'm powerful
On
People me famous for that
I'm fat like the records 'big cat'
On the boombap,
I stick treesap
Tight, right,
Like c-4
When limbs and struggle from the bomb
Shit gets
I'm claymore
No to say more
I got the goofy-lookin' tootsy they call
so hardcore
Now industry sells with the and plastic
Lyrically, they show their buttcheeks it's pornographic
Choreographic your ego catched it
On your first contract, grabbed the check and it
fake, second-rate skills, no scruples 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,
tryin' to hide it from me how to
Dresscode,
I don't dress to impress but I'm
With raps, you get your bulletproof vest

in the city
Grab a coke and seats
Got a spoonful of flavor, seldom like

Yo hops, baby pop, you slop in the mccoy
is not the toyz-, the boyz-, but the destroyzone
So when you're fullgrown, for that accident
My rap penetrates uvb through ozone
Ever since I started, sorta off guard to shit/
Learned that true pioneers seldom get
I persevere atmosphere gets money-orientated
Dig the crates, real stealth, rapwealth,
Release, and get
8 Days a week I peak, beatles on acidtrips
Revolutionary,
Like the '66
Kinda queer to see them snatchin' titles, themselves
royal
Like yack I rock proud, release my coil
Your middleclass grungetrash, style is
Like that bellbotom, curl, time to get faded

Dresscode,

If rap was crack, I'd be a
If a whack style was sex, I'd celibate
Should I say orthodox on the say, what do I rock ?
No buttnaked style dressed sis and get dropped
What I do, what you see, I say, it's what you do
Next day celeb, other day poo-poo
Funky dope maneuvers make a rapper stupid and silly
Crack egos the cracks in liberty bell from philly
Scorin' points, the ruler, who has won ?
Rockets from houston, like olajuwon took apart
Arsenal of moves to prove it's not the pants 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
willis, I'm the illest, on the cheesy, no resemblance
With

Dresscode,