Luyện nghe bài hát Clones

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

First of all let's talk about ill capers
And fly ass frontin' bitches that now vapors
run up on you with guns, snatchin' papers
Outlined body chalk, is how they scrape ya
From off the pavement, I hate locked up
Cause upstate bus reminds me of the slave ships
But then the bible never saved
I guess why every juvenile is in the same predicament
You want to slang crack, or tecs, and do the concept
You can't make loot, when moms is smokin' up the product
I try to tell ya, don't let these fuckin' fail ya
The way niggaz be gettin' clapped fuckin' scare ya
But in the dark, we ran wild, so we 'em
Niggaz scared, stand still, like fuckin' helium
Fake niggaz, they don't go platinum go aluminum
Got em cloned the fuck up son, 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 sent to D.C., I'm sendin' to DE
three p's, so when I get out, he can see me
For real, 'cause the streets is filled with and rats
The snake will be that bitch and that rat be that cool cat
With pockets we gonna take you back home
Master Rule Savior, never clone

Yo, I use the mic to slap you in the and erase your taste
Disgrace date 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 all fraud
Do a show in Philly niggaz wouldn't
Nobody your record nor who you openin' for
Can tell your squad's artificial while approachin' the
So you should prepare, for terror that's pure
Step up to the reservoir, of the soul proprietor
Messiah or, the higher law down with Raw
The matador, connoisseur
Stompin' you build to the floor
Similar to of a dinosaur
I told you I'm the rap
You to imitate, what for?
Superstar niggaz is ten percent real, ninety percent
For a record deal
Comin' with somethin' veterans can't
I hit you like a steel
Because you off the next man's skill
But still I remain mellow, seein' the of Othello
Run over of the
fess
The phoniest cats is (word)

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

Don't across that line or pay a cost
Knuckle games and hammer ain't nothing sweet or soft
Win lose or to the jaw take one
Deranger lyrical launcher, or
No is needed, my task completed
a nigga up and down in the cut where I'm seated
Snatch you from your cloud of you ignoramuses
You laid on your lap, when I attack your
Lifestyle, I banged head up with the white fowl
My character a product of this trife style
I breeze through niggaz would fear to walk in
Balance the talkin', that galactic as of a falcon
Star Trek ass will wrinkle
Spill these words and into a sprinkle
Cap you're brought up and the name of
My insight will crack the windpipe of y'all
Whether small, middle-sized, or niggaz
Just tie your next when I start to X
Givin out pains of death so fuck a raincheck
The insane vet, whether you the brain wet
You to lame check, the opposite of same sex
I annihilate your if you violate
Makin' your blood rush, you never a higher rate