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!
Straight up! Sipping on bullshit Budweiser!
Nah'mean yo.. what? 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 drop
Old Mercedes with a brand new baby glock
from my Lady's sock with two bodies on it
Capricorn,
Lost so much blood, these bitch in they periods
say I be living the role, like 'Pac in Juice
And only with fly bitches that get fly and boost
And they be chandelliers, lit up like a lamp, Who cares?!
They cooch is fierce, the 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 sheet outweighing two elephants
shits from New Orleans
Players and Pimps bit off Fiends
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: Da God]
Aiyyo we the niggaz holdin heat on the street corners
Sic the beasts on you, turning to morners
launderers, neighborhood coroners, place bodies in bags
Tango with dirty Cash, jacks
"Kings of the Hill", out to like propane gas
Package the raw, Theodore, We got the on smash
'Cause we cut from the cloth
Big guns ready to off
off the cables and take the rings off!

2]
We hold the of four Synagogues
Jelly'd in them beat down rented cars
mad wetting 'em
Milk cash, tecks, hood rats, sexin 'em
Paris crew, dudes, please!, I was reppin 'em
Niggaz couldn't come (word)
when the block was like wallpaper, loved sticking niggaz like crazy glue
Blackouts happened, God 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 hockey hole in the back of your spine
She put two cut up in the place of your eyes
So when the cops look they see theyselves, they all die
Its the tale of the and bloods, pimps and thugs
Get your bashed in on the concrete rug
on that I'm a say peace!
Theodore! Word to Mack's teeth!

3]
Yo, Ayo I'll break every in your wrist
Smack you in the back of your head on the block while you holding your
My semi, they it the crouching tiger
A bowls of Total is trash, because my lead eat through fibers
Peel your potato Arriada
On the day of death people had candles but couldnt find no lighter
Fuck your marrow! fuck hood!
You a street legend like me!
Blake holding the Dynasty
I muffle up like meineke
and write a thousand bar that all rhymes with "eat"
Jewel theif, bangles, in the vault deep
And cruisin mad heavy into salt treats
Im the in Bush's mouth, nasty
Afghanistan missions, gun training in the fatigues
Picking off by the Red Sea
And did it all for Ghost, on caffeine!