Luyện nghe bài hát Dresscode

I'm strictly on your anus
Shit is not the as
I'm cosmic
On
People call me for that
I'm fat like the records from 'big
On the boombap,
I stick treesap
Tight, right,
c-4 plastic
When limbs and arms struggle the bomb
gets drastic
I'm strictly
No need to say
I got the goofy-lookin' tootsy when call
Themselves so
Now sells with the weak and plastic
Lyrically, show their buttcheeks like it's pornographic
Choreographic whore your ego it
On your first contract, grabbed the check and it
You're fake, second-rate skills, no to hide 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 to impress but I'm strapped
With ricochet raps, you get bulletproof vest

Summer in the
Grab a and take seats
Got a spoonful of flavor, seldom like

Yo hops, baby pop, you slop in the zone
is not the toyz-, the boyz-, but the destroyzone
So when you're fullgrown, for that accident
My rap like uvb through ozone
Ever since I started, off guard to shit/ offguarded
Learned that true pioneers seldom get
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,
Like the '66
Kinda queer to see them snatchin' titles, call
royal
Like I rock proud, release my mortal 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 was sex, I'd stay celibate
Should I say orthodox on the flock; say, do I rock ?
No buttnaked style like sis and get dropped
What I do, what you see, what I say, it's you do
day celeb, other day look poo-poo
Funky dope make a rapper look stupid and silly
Crack like the cracks in liberty bell from philly
points, check the ruler, who has won ?
Rockets from houston, like olajuwon took 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 catch the bucks and try to a
Style that's with a vengeance
Like willis, I'm the illest, on the cheesy, no
With

Dresscode,