Luyện nghe bài hát Dresscode

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

Dresscode,
tryin' to hide it from me how to
Dresscode,
I dress to impress but I'm strapped
With ricochet raps, you get your vest

in the city
Grab a coke and take
Got a spoonful of flavor, seldom savored

Yo hops, pop, you slop in the mccoy zone
This is not the toyz-, the boyz-, but the
So when you're fullgrown, for that accident
My rap penetrates uvb through ozone
Ever since I started, sorta off guard to offguarded
Learned that pioneers seldom get rewarded
I persevere atmosphere gets money-orientated
Dig the crates, stealth, with rapwealth,
Release, and get
8 Days a I peak, like beatles on acidtrips
Revolutionary,
the year '66
Kinda queer to see them titles, call themselves
Grand
Like yack I proud, release my mortal coil
middleclass grungetrash, style is outdated
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 say, what do I rock ?
No buttnaked style dressed like sis and get
I do, what you see, what I say, it's what you do
Next day celeb, other day poo-poo
Funky maneuvers make a rapper look stupid and silly
egos like 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 it's not the pants that's saggin'
Put the belt so tight, g-funkers choke on
You sneak-a-peek more b-boys at a knocker/footlocker
You must be outta-yo-rocka, to catch the and try to duck a
that's dieharder with a vengeance
Like willis, I'm the illest, on the cheesy, no
that

Dresscode,