Luyện nghe bài hát Clipse Of Doom

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

Trife Da God]
Aiyyo we the live niggaz holdin heat on the street
Sic the on you, turning mothers to morners
Money launderers, coroners, place bodies in bags
with dirty Cash, Cocaine jacks
"Kings of the Hill", out to blow like gas
Package the raw, Theodore, We got the game on
we cut from the same cloth
Big guns to bang off
Slide off the cables and take the off!

2]
We hold the of four Synagogues
Jelly'd uptown in beat down rented cars
Going mad 'em
cash, heavy tecks, hood rats, sexin 'em
Paris crew, little dudes, please!, I was 'em
Niggaz come through (word)
when the block was like wallpaper, loved sticking niggaz like crazy glue
Blackouts happened, God don't be around!
The Bag Lady murk you and let off in the next town!
She struck two times, get caught, luck blood, it ain't no heines
Blow a hockey puck hole in the back of spine
She put two cut up mirrors in the place of your
So when the cops look they see theyselves, all gonna 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 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 your
My semi, call it the crouching tiger
A bowls of Total is trash, because my lead eat through fibers
Peel potato like Arriada
On the day of your death had candles but couldnt find no lighter
your marrow! fuck your hood!
You ain't a legend like me!
Blake Carrington the Dynasty
I muffle motherfuckers up like
and write a thousand bar verse that all rhymes "eat"
Jewel theif, Shizzam bangles, in the deep
And desserts mad heavy into salt treats
Im the in Bush's mouth, nasty
Afghanistan missions, gun training in the fatigues
niggaz off by the Red Sea
And did it all for Ghost, on caffeine!