Luyện nghe bài hát Clipse Of Doom

[Ghostface
Aiyyo, turn those lights while I'm recording!
Matter 'fact niggaz get the fuck out the room, G!
Straight up! Sipping on that Budweiser!
yo.. what? 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 with two on it
Capricorn,
Lost so much blood, these niggaz in they periods
say I be living the role, like 'Pac in Juice
And only fuck with fly bitches 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 right y'all, if a rap say my name I'm a fight y'all
Fuck a state, light
My status, irrelevant
My man got the big rap that's outweighing two elephants
Jumbo 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 motherfuckers with my team, Uh!

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

2]
We the weight of four Synagogues
Jelly'd uptown in them beat rented cars
Going mad 'em
Milk cash, heavy tecks, hood rats, 'em
Paris crew, dudes, please!, I was reppin 'em
Niggaz come through (word)
Thats when the was like wallpaper, loved sticking niggaz like crazy glue
Blackouts happened, God forbid be around!
The Bag Lady murk you and let off in the next town!
She struck two times, get caught, good luck blood, it no heines
Blow a hockey puck in the back of your spine
She put two cut up mirrors in the of your eyes
So when the cops look they see theyselves, all gonna die
Its the tale of the crips and bloods, pimps and
Get your face in on the concrete rug
on that I'm a say peace!
Theodore! Word to Darryl teeth!

3]
Yo, Ayo I'll break every in your wrist
Smack you in the back of your head on the while you holding your dick
My semi, call it the crouching tiger
A hundred bowls of Total is trash, because my lead eat fibers
Peel your like Arriada
On the day of your death people had but couldnt find no lighter
your marrow! fuck your hood!
You ain't a legend like me!
Blake holding 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 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!