Luyện nghe bài hát Clockwork

It's clockwork, movin, the hands of time
MCs, four minds combined in rhyme(x3)

And it goes,like
take it straight to that face plate
Snatch and make it (what now)
what i bring's the natural dispatch
I'm
Word up, I got It like
I'm just sayin on my mind
I rhyme
And thats the bottom
Heavy got a nigga thinkin that he must be trippin
I'll be runnin rings around the rhymes they be whippin
And know it
But still they be frontin
Cause I'm somethin
That they dont hear
So now theres (nothin)
But opposition to my way of life
I'm I'm a bring it on cause I must
Yo I'm bustin
Cause its fresh when you def linguistic, artistic
I mean this rap thing, is the kid (word up)
paid is a priority
No
So run route
Well quit the at the fuckin mouth
Yo It'll be the same, like it use to be
Too many half that wanna be up in the industry
So yo i drop some every demo i make
It's like, how you homes
Kinda trife and it that great
I wanna mansion and a and all that bullshit
The niggas they own integrity to get it
Now maybe thats the price to be for the riches
Sell your fuckin to the Devil
Now those a bitches (word)
Are to tell me that my rhymes is to abbrasive and agressive (what?)
My warrior attitude aint impressive

I onto the scene like a graphic
I flow traffic
I'm at my peak each and hour
I get a rush
I bust with the midas touch
Grab a hold of the an grip it with the camels clutch
Let em
Hear and bear
As I the sickness
been quaratined and revealed
When I
By Red who's One creation
In in this space
And a nation
Forever
Hip Hop
Until da final act of
my last breath
Odesables of saren make me go def
With left
But the force that life
Which is the
me to the next life
Where I will still your bone
The is told
But not
Its the and behold
The energy they
in me
>From the of time
the dusk of eternity
Def scripts there only be

We move clockwork
Individual movin in sync

And executed with
The recital of rhymes remains
One of the mechanisms used to escersize the brain
So stay
To the hands of
Because dont stop
Hip Hop, you dont (stop)
At the top of the
Checkmate it
Red-1
Revolves with the

Retro grave
to be not wise
Open eyes
the alarm sounds
Countdown, the year
The path dramatic
Time to drop
I
Four MCs in a circular
Is an progression
is of the essence
Its the essence of this
To help make
Evolve shadows
The day is now
Whatever the
Times is still
So dont clock work
But take it for what its

So your inc and rise
Dont your eyes
Cause we're on the brink of
So sit and re-think the
Flipout, is what would describe me
So let me
and take mess from my chest

Movin like the hands of
Four MCs combined in rhyme

Its clockwork
we up the rhymes
But the clerk at the be the misfit
Spellin out rhymes from the
So it
If you wanna get by the collar
Then gettin from behind
The (Misfit)
You try to at the boys
Checkmate, Red,
Yes, indeed
So instead I think you should
To the (to the side)
And just listen to the brothas that be on the glide
An back an
an up rock from a fresh foot
Indeed I come at ya jaw
And ya down with the shit that is coming

>From the
Me and the
You cant ever back

not the way
I never still
Yes
As I kill another
You play
Kinetic, the man be
Electrifying
That think they can tha man Misfit
I down deep in to the abis
And pull a rhyme to hit ya stiff
And the way it go
The impact of a fist
And like I before
The dreaded brothas the northwest (northwest)
Givin you the
Like Work
it goes spontanious
When we
An the shit

I told you its Clockwork
You
Everyday
how we go

Movin the hands of time
Four MCs four
in rhyme(x3)

You know what im
side of things