Luyện nghe bài hát Clones

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

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

Yo, I use the mic to slap you in the face and erase your
Disgrace your date put your title to
Dominant lyrical grace, from a place called
Illadelph Isle Pensy, the residency
Consist in currency, my pockets empty
Some cats, believe they MC but we they all fraud
Do a show in Philly niggaz wouldn't
Nobody your record nor who you openin' for
Can tell your squad's while approachin' the door
So you should prepare, for lyrical terror pure
Step up to the reservoir, of the soul proprietor
Messiah or, the higher law down Dice Raw
The matador, shorty
Stompin' you build to the floor
Similar to of a dinosaur
I told you I'm the rap
You insist to imitate, what
niggaz is ten percent real, ninety percent invented
For a fuckin' deal
Comin' with somethin' can't feel
I hit you like a anvil
Because you grafted off the next skill
But still I remain mellow, the theatrics of Othello
Run tactics of the
fess
The phoniest is felonious (word)

Dice Raw the juvenile lyricist corner terrorist
Block trooper, connoisseur of fine
Focus never weak, blow up the spot plastique
Leave a shook, to the point, he won't 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, get slapped in they face
All y'all niggaz is fake, tryin' to my style
What man? In this game, to me you're a child
I trained MC's, in camps like ex-marines
Why the fuck you think you went home and had bad
Of horrifying things, that your ass never before?
You traveled to the realm of Raw
Where clones get they blown with chrome microphones
It's not your black, just the fact you wasn't shown
You'll come through like a smurf
I got you stop off the earth
Represent I been like 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 games and hammer cocked nothing sweet or soft
Win lose or to the jaw take one
lyrical launcher, or station
No conversation is needed, my completed
Read a up and down in the cut where I'm seated
you from your cloud of cannabis you ignoramuses
You laid on your lap, when I your glamorous
Lifestyle, I banged your up with the white fowl
My character a product of this two-one-fifth trife
I breeze through areas niggaz would fear to in
the talkin', that galactic style as of a falcon
Your Star Trek ass wrinkle
Spill these words and into a sprinkle
Cap you're brought up and the name of
My insight will the windpipe of y'all niggaz
Whether small, middle-sized, or niggaz
Just tie your next when I start to X
out flex pains of death so fuck a raincheck
The vet, whether you ganked the brain wet
You proceed to lame check, the opposite of sex
I annihilate your type if you
Makin' blood rush, you post never a higher rate