Luyện nghe bài hát Clones

Yeah, to all the Jim ass large co-op
KnowhatI'msayin? Large co-op, the fuck?
To the clones, we the domes
Blow the vial, you know my style, co-op
all the way son

First of all let's talk about ill capers
And fly ass frontin' that now caught vapors
run up on you with guns, snatchin' papers
Outlined body chalk, is how they would ya
From off the pavement, I hate gettin' up
Cause that bus reminds me of the slave ships
But then the bible saved shit
I guess why every juvenile is in the same predicament
You to slang crack, or hold tecs, and do the concept
You can't loot, when your moms is smokin' up the product
I try to tell ya, let these streets fuckin' fail ya
The way niggaz be gettin' clapped shit'll fuckin' ya
But in the dark, we ran wild, so we 'em
Niggaz scared, can't stand still, like helium
Fake niggaz, don't go platinum they go aluminum
Got em the fuck up son, that's why we losin em
I'm at this niggaz longevity
To a big play, but then it might be a mistake
Cause if I get to D.C., I'm sendin' Dice to DE
With p's, so when I get out, he can see me
For real, 'cause the streets is with snakes and rats
The snake will be that bitch and rat will be that cool cat
With swollen pockets we gonna take you home
Master Allah Rule Savior, never

Yo, I use the mic to slap you in the face and your taste
Disgrace your put your title to waste
Dominant lyrical grace, from a called wild
Illadelph Pensy, that's the residency
Consist in currency, my never empty
Some cats, believe they MC but we know they all
Do a show in Philly niggaz applaud
Nobody your record nor who you openin' for
Can your squad's artificial while approachin' the door
So you should prepare, for lyrical that's pure
Step up to the reservoir, of the soul proprietor
or, the higher law down with Dice Raw
The matador, connoisseur
Stompin' you build to the floor
to that of a dinosaur
I you I'm the rap predator
You insist to imitate, for?
Superstar is ten percent real, ninety percent invented
For a fuckin' deal
Comin' with somethin' veterans feel
I hit you a steel anvil
Because you grafted off the next man's
But still I remain mellow, seein' the theatrics of
Run tactics of the
See-L-O/N-E-S
The cats is felonious (word)

Dice Raw the juvenile lyricist corner store
Block trooper, connoisseur of cannabis
Focus never weak, up the spot like plastique
Leave a nigga shook, to the point, he won't
Never half-assed, always and direct
On try to punk smell the panty and raw sex
Mad lights I had to black out, fake niggaz act out
Or out of place, they get slapped in they face
All y'all niggaz is fake, tryin' to emulate my
What grown man? In this game, to me a child
I trained wack MC's, in like ex-marines
Why the you think you went home and had bad dreams
Of horrifying things, that your ass never seen
You traveled to the of Dice Raw
Where clones get dome blown with chrome microphones
not your fault black, just the fact you wasn't shown
You'll come this like a smurf
I got you rollin' off the earth
Represent while I been this since birth
And I be the last but I definitely was the first
Dice Raw big car Logan's sol-dier

come across that line or pay a cost
Knuckle and hammer cocked ain't nothing sweet or soft
Win or draw to the jaw take one
lyrical launcher, or station
No conversation is needed, my task
a nigga up and down in the cut where I'm seated
Snatch you from your of cannabis you ignoramuses
You on your lap, when I attack your glamorous
Lifestyle, I banged your up with the white fowl
My a product of this two-one-fifth trife style
I breeze through areas niggaz would fear to in
Balance the talkin', galactic style as of a falcon
Your Trek ass will wrinkle
Spill words and form into a sprinkle
Cap you're up and the name of twinkle
My insight will crack the windpipe of y'all
Whether small, middle-sized, or tall
Just tie name next when I start to X
Givin out flex pains of death so fuck a
The insane vet, whether you ganked the wet
You proceed to lame check, the of same sex
I annihilate your if you violate
Makin' your blood rush, you never a higher rate