Luyện nghe bài hát Dresscode

I'm strictly thanos on anus
Shit is not the as
I'm cosmic
On
call me famous for that
I'm fat like the records 'big cat'
On the boombap,
I stick like
Tight, right,
c-4 plastic
When limbs and arms struggle from the
Shit drastic
I'm strictly
No to say more
I got the goofy-lookin' tootsy when they
so hardcore
Now industry sells the weak and plastic
Lyrically, they show their like it's pornographic
whore your ego catched it
On first contract, grabbed the check and dashed it
You're fake, second-rate skills, no to hide it
Styles that smell a bad case of gingivitus
You got the best gimmick, like the
I'm shack-attack reebok, run the on you fakers
that

Dresscode,
Everybody's tryin' to it from me how to
Dresscode,
I don't to impress but I'm strapped
With ricochet raps, you get your vest

in the city
Grab a and take seats
Got a spoonful of flavor, savored like

Yo hops, baby pop, you slop in the mccoy
This is not the toyz-, the boyz-, but the
So you're fullgrown, for that accident prone
My rap penetrates like uvb through
Ever since I started, sorta off guard to shit/
Learned that true pioneers get rewarded
I persevere when atmosphere gets
Dig the crates, stealth, with rapwealth,
Release, and get
8 Days a I peak, like beatles on acidtrips
Revolutionary,
Like the '66
Kinda queer to see them snatchin' titles, call
Grand
Like I rock proud, release my mortal coil
Your middleclass grungetrash, style is
that bellbotom, jheri 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 say, what do I rock ?
No buttnaked style dressed sis and get dropped
What I do, 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
Crack egos like the cracks in bell from philly
Scorin' points, the ruler, who has won ?
from houston, like olajuwon took apart robinson
Arsenal of moves to it's not the pants that's saggin'
Put the belt so tight, g-funkers on rappin'
You sneak-a-peek more than b-boys at a
You must be outta-yo-rocka, to catch the bucks and try to a
Style that's dieharder a vengeance
Like willis, I'm the illest, on the cheesy, no
that

Dresscode,