Luyện nghe bài hát Clipse Of Doom

[Ghostface
Aiyyo, turn lights down while I'm recording!
Matter 'fact y'all niggaz get the out the room, G!
Straight up! Sipping on bullshit Budweiser!
Nah'mean yo.. Fuck 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 80's
Old school Mercedes with a brand new glock
Right from my Lady's with two bodies on it
Capricorn,
so much blood, these bitch niggaz in they periods
They say I be living the role, like in Juice
And only fuck fly bitches that get fly and boost
And they be chandelliers, lit up like a lamp, Who cares?!
They is fierce, the only thing loose is hairs
right y'all, if a rap nigga say my name I'm a fight y'all
Fuck a state, charge
My status, irrelevant
My man got the big rap sheet outweighing two elephants
shits from New Orleans
Players and Pimps that bit off
Quick, switch with the hands, Powder wally's is dyed, Vanilla bally's is mean
Kid, none of y'all fuck with my team, Uh!

Trife Da God]
Aiyyo we the niggaz holdin heat on the street corners
Sic the beasts on you, turning mothers to
Money launderers, neighborhood coroners, place in bags
Tango with dirty Cash, jacks
"Kings of the Hill", out to blow 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 the weight of four Synagogues
Jelly'd in them beat down rented cars
mad wetting 'em
Milk cash, heavy tecks, rats, sexin 'em
crew, little dudes, please!, I was reppin 'em
Niggaz couldn't through (word)
Thats when the block was like wallpaper, loved sticking like crazy glue
happened, God forbid don't be around!
The Bag will murk you and let off in the next town!
She struck two times, get caught, good luck blood, it no heines
Blow a puck hole 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 face in on the concrete rug
on note I'm a say peace!
Theodore! Word to Darryl teeth!

3]
Yo, Ayo I'll every bone in your wrist
Smack you in the back of your on the block while you holding your dick
My semi, they it the crouching tiger
A bowls of Total is trash, because my lead eat through fibers
Peel your like Arriada
On the day of death people had candles but couldnt find no lighter
Fuck your marrow! fuck hood!
You ain't a street like me!
Blake holding the Dynasty
I motherfuckers up like meineke
and write a thousand bar 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
Afghanistan missions, gun in the grassy fatigues
Picking off by the Red Sea
And did it all for Ghost, on caffeine!