Luyện nghe bài hát Clipse Of Doom

[Ghostface
Aiyyo, turn those lights down I'm recording!
Matter 'fact y'all niggaz get the out the room, G!
Straight up! Sipping on that Budweiser!
yo.. what? Fuck you too nigga!
'Kind of you got on motherfucker, Capris?!
Bitch ass nigga, go get ya done!
Eat a nigga!

1]
Catch me in the 80's
Old school Mercedes with a brand new glock
Right from my Lady's with two bodies on it
Capricorn,
Lost so much blood, these niggaz in they periods
They say I be the role, like 'Pac in Juice
And only fuck with fly that get fly and boost
And they be chandelliers, lit up like a lamp, Who cares?!
They cooch is fierce, the thing loose is hairs
Thats right y'all, if a rap nigga say my I'm a fight y'all
Fuck a state, charge
My predicate status,
My man got the big rap that's outweighing two elephants
Jumbo shits New Orleans
Players and Pimps bit off Fiends
Quick, switch with the hands, Powder blue wally's is dyed, Vanilla bally's is
Kid, none of motherfuckers fuck with my team, Uh!

Trife Da God]
Aiyyo we the live niggaz holdin on the street corners
Sic the beasts on you, turning to morners
launderers, neighborhood coroners, place bodies in bags
Tango dirty Cash, Cocaine jacks
"Kings of the Hill", out to like propane gas
Package the raw, Theodore, We got the on smash
'Cause we cut from the same
Big guns to bang off
Slide off the and take the rings off!

2]
We hold the weight of four
Jelly'd uptown in them beat down cars
Going mad 'em
Milk cash, heavy tecks, hood rats, 'em
crew, little dudes, please!, I was reppin 'em
Niggaz couldn't through (word)
Thats when the block was wallpaper, loved sticking niggaz like crazy glue
Blackouts happened, God don't be around!
The Bag will murk you and let off in the next town!
She struck two times, get caught, luck blood, it ain't no heines
Blow a hockey puck hole in the of your spine
She put two cut up mirrors in the of your eyes
So when the cops look see theyselves, they all gonna die
Its the of the crips and bloods, pimps and thugs
Get face bashed in on the concrete rug
on note I'm a say peace!
Theodore! Word to Darryl teeth!

3]
Yo, Ayo break every bone in your wrist
Smack you in the of your head on the block while you holding your dick
My semi, call it the crouching tiger
A hundred bowls of Total is trash, because my lead eat through
Peel your potato like
On the day of your death people had but couldnt find no lighter
Fuck marrow! fuck your hood!
You ain't a street legend me!
Blake Carrington the Dynasty
I motherfuckers up like meineke
and write a thousand bar verse that all rhymes "eat"
Jewel theif, Shizzam bangles, in the deep
And desserts mad heavy into salt treats
Im the taste in mouth, nasty
Afghanistan missions, gun in the grassy fatigues
Picking off by the Red Sea
And did it all for Ghost, on caffeine!