Luyện nghe bài hát Clipse Of Doom

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

[Chorus: Da God]
Aiyyo we the live niggaz holdin heat on the corners
Sic the on you, turning mothers to morners
Money launderers, neighborhood coroners, place bodies in
with dirty Cash, Cocaine jacks
"Kings of the Hill", out to blow propane gas
Package the raw, Theodore, We got the game on
'Cause we cut from the cloth
Big guns ready to off
Slide off the cables and take the off!

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

3]
Yo, Ayo I'll every bone in your wrist
Smack you in the back of your head on the block while you holding your
My semi, they call it the tiger
A hundred bowls of Total is trash, because my lead eat through
Peel your potato like
On the day of your death had candles but couldnt find no lighter
Fuck your marrow! 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 with "eat"
Jewel theif, Shizzam bangles, in the deep
And cruisin desserts mad into salt treats
Im the taste in Bush's mouth,
Afghanistan missions, gun training in the fatigues
Picking off by the Red Sea
And did it all for Ghost, on caffeine!