Luyện nghe bài hát Clipse Of Doom

[Ghostface
Aiyyo, turn those lights while I'm recording!
Matter y'all niggaz get the fuck out the room, G!
up! Sipping on that 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 Mercedes with a brand new baby glock
Right from my Lady's sock with two on it
Capricorn,
Lost so blood, these bitch niggaz in they periods
They say I be the role, like 'Pac in Juice
And only fuck fly bitches that get fly and boost
And they ears be chandelliers, lit up a lamp, Who cares?!
They cooch is fierce, the only loose is hairs
Thats right y'all, if a rap nigga say my name I'm a fight
a state, light charge
My status, irrelevant
My man got the big rap sheet outweighing two elephants
shits from New Orleans
Players and that bit off Fiends
Quick, switch with the hands, 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 holdin heat on the street corners
Sic the on you, turning mothers to morners
Money launderers, neighborhood coroners, place in bags
Tango with dirty Cash, Cocaine
"Kings of the Hill", out to blow propane gas
Package the raw, Theodore, We got the game on
'Cause we cut from the same
Big guns ready to off
Slide off the and take the rings off!

2]
We the weight of four Synagogues
Jelly'd uptown in beat down rented cars
Going mad 'em
Milk cash, heavy tecks, hood rats, 'em
Paris crew, dudes, please!, I was reppin 'em
Niggaz couldn't come (word)
Thats when the block was like wallpaper, sticking niggaz like crazy glue
Blackouts happened, God don't be around!
The Bag Lady will you and let off in the next town!
She two times, get caught, good luck blood, it ain't no heines
Blow a puck hole in the back of your spine
She put two cut up mirrors in the place of your
So when the cops look they see theyselves, they all die
Its the tale of the crips and bloods, pimps and
Get face 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 bone in your wrist
Smack you in the back of your head on the block you holding your dick
My semi, they call it the crouching
A hundred bowls of is trash, because my lead eat through fibers
Peel your potato like
On the day of death people had candles but couldnt find no lighter
your marrow! fuck your hood!
You ain't a street like me!
Carrington holding the Dynasty
I muffle motherfuckers up like
and write a thousand bar verse that all rhymes "eat"
Jewel theif, bangles, in the vault 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!