Luyện nghe bài hát Clipse Of Doom

[Ghostface
Aiyyo, turn those lights down I'm recording!
Matter 'fact y'all get the fuck out the room, G!
up! Sipping on that 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 school Mercedes with a brand new glock
Right from my Lady's sock with two on it
Capricorn,
Lost so much blood, these bitch niggaz in periods
They say I be living the role, like 'Pac in
And only fuck with fly 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 nigga say my name I'm a y'all
Fuck a state, charge
My predicate status,
My man got the big rap sheet that's two elephants
shits from New Orleans
Players and Pimps that bit off
Quick, with the hands, Powder blue 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 live niggaz holdin on the street corners
Sic the beasts on you, turning to morners
Money launderers, neighborhood coroners, place in bags
Tango with Cash, Cocaine jacks
"Kings of the Hill", out to like propane gas
Package the raw, Theodore, We got the on smash
we cut from the same cloth
Big guns ready to off
Slide off the cables and the rings off!

2]
We hold the of four Synagogues
Jelly'd uptown in them down rented cars
Going mad 'em
cash, heavy tecks, hood rats, sexin 'em
Paris crew, dudes, please!, I was reppin 'em
couldn't come through (word)
Thats when the block was wallpaper, loved sticking niggaz like crazy glue
happened, God forbid don't be around!
The Bag Lady will 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 of your eyes
So when the cops they see theyselves, they all gonna die
Its the tale of the crips and bloods, and thugs
Get your 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 head on the block 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 potato Arriada
On the day of your death people had candles but couldnt no lighter
your marrow! fuck your hood!
You ain't a street like me!
Carrington holding the Dynasty
I motherfuckers up like 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 mouth, nasty
Afghanistan missions, gun training in the grassy
niggaz off by the Red Sea
And did it all for Ghost, on caffeine!