Luyện nghe bài hát Clipse Of Doom

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

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

[Chorus: Trife Da
we the live niggaz holdin heat on the street corners
Sic the on you, turning mothers to morners
launderers, neighborhood coroners, place bodies in bags
Tango with dirty Cash, Cocaine
"Kings of the Hill", out to like propane gas
Package the raw, Theodore, We got the on smash
we cut from the same cloth
Big guns to bang off
off the cables and take the rings off!

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

3]
Yo, Ayo I'll break every bone in your
Smack you in the back of your head on the block you holding your dick
My semi, they it the crouching tiger
A hundred bowls of Total is trash, my lead eat through fibers
Peel potato like Arriada
On the day of your death people had but couldnt find no lighter
Fuck marrow! fuck your hood!
You a street legend like me!
Blake Carrington the Dynasty
I muffle motherfuckers up meineke
and write a thousand bar that all rhymes with "eat"
theif, Shizzam bangles, in the vault deep
And cruisin desserts mad heavy into treats
Im the taste in Bush's mouth,
Afghanistan missions, gun training in the fatigues
niggaz off by the Red Sea
And did it all for Ghost, on caffeine!