Luyện nghe bài hát Clipse Of Doom

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

1]
Catch me in the drop
Old school Mercedes with a brand new baby
Right from my Lady's sock two bodies on it
Capricorn,
Lost so much blood, these niggaz in they periods
say I be living the role, like 'Pac in Juice
And fuck with fly bitches that get fly and boost
And they be chandelliers, lit up like a lamp, Who cares?!
They cooch is fierce, the only thing loose is
Thats right y'all, if a rap say my name I'm a fight y'all
Fuck a state, light
My predicate status,
My man got the big rap that's outweighing two elephants
Jumbo shits from New
Players and Pimps that bit off
Quick, with the hands, Powder blue wally's is dyed, Vanilla bally's is mean
Kid, of y'all motherfuckers fuck with my team, Uh!

Trife Da God]
Aiyyo we the live niggaz holdin heat on the corners
Sic the beasts on you, turning to morners
Money launderers, neighborhood coroners, place in bags
Tango with dirty Cash, jacks
"Kings of the Hill", out to blow like gas
the raw, Theodore, We got the game on smash
'Cause we cut from the cloth
Big guns ready to off
Slide off the cables and the rings off!

2]
We the weight of four Synagogues
Jelly'd uptown in them beat down cars
Going mad 'em
Milk cash, heavy tecks, 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
Blackouts happened, God don't be around!
The Bag Lady will murk you and let off in the town!
She two times, get caught, good 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 place of eyes
So when the cops look they see theyselves, all gonna die
Its the of the crips and bloods, pimps and thugs
Get your face bashed in on the 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 back of your head on the block while you holding dick
My semi, call it the crouching tiger
A hundred bowls of Total is trash, because my lead eat fibers
Peel potato like Arriada
On the day of death people had candles but couldnt find no lighter
Fuck your marrow! your hood!
You ain't a street like me!
Blake Carrington the Dynasty
I muffle motherfuckers up meineke
and a thousand bar verse that all rhymes with "eat"
theif, Shizzam bangles, in the vault deep
And cruisin mad heavy into salt treats
Im the taste in mouth, nasty
missions, gun training in the grassy fatigues
Picking off by the Red Sea
And did it all for Ghost, on caffeine!