Luyện nghe bài hát Clipse Of Doom

[Ghostface
Aiyyo, those lights down while I'm recording!
Matter 'fact y'all niggaz get the 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 with a new baby glock
Right from my Lady's sock two bodies on it
Capricorn,
Lost so much blood, these bitch niggaz in periods
They say I be living the role, like in Juice
And only with fly bitches that get fly and boost
And they ears be chandelliers, lit up 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, charge
My predicate status,
My man got the big rap sheet outweighing two elephants
Jumbo shits from New
Players and Pimps bit off Fiends
Quick, with the hands, Powder blue wally's is dyed, Vanilla bally's is mean
Kid, none of y'all fuck with my team, Uh!

[Chorus: Trife Da
Aiyyo we the live niggaz holdin heat on the street
Sic the beasts on you, turning to morners
Money launderers, neighborhood coroners, bodies in bags
with dirty Cash, Cocaine jacks
"Kings of the Hill", out to blow like gas
Package the raw, Theodore, We got the on smash
'Cause we cut from the cloth
Big ready to bang off
Slide off the cables and the rings off!

2]
We hold the weight of four
Jelly'd uptown in them beat down cars
mad wetting 'em
Milk cash, heavy tecks, rats, sexin 'em
crew, little dudes, please!, I was reppin 'em
Niggaz couldn't through (word)
Thats when the block was like wallpaper, loved sticking niggaz crazy glue
Blackouts happened, God forbid be around!
The Bag will murk you and let off in the next town!
She struck two times, get caught, good luck blood, it ain't no
Blow a hockey puck hole in the back of your
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 crips and bloods, pimps and
Get your bashed in on the concrete rug
on note I'm a say peace!
Theodore! Word to Darryl teeth!

3]
Yo, Ayo I'll break every bone in wrist
Smack you in the back of your head on the block you holding your dick
My semi, they 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 candles but couldnt find no
Fuck marrow! fuck your hood!
You ain't a street like me!
Carrington holding the Dynasty
I muffle up like meineke
and write a thousand bar verse all rhymes with "eat"
theif, Shizzam bangles, in the vault deep
And desserts 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!