Luyện nghe bài hát Clones

Yeah, to all the Jim ass large co-op
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 caught
Niggaz run up on you with guns, snatchin'
Outlined body chalk, is how they would ya
From off the pavement, I hate gettin' up
Cause that upstate bus reminds me of the ships
But then the bible saved shit
I that's why every juvenile is in the same predicament
You to slang crack, or hold tecs, and do the concept
You can't make loot, your moms is smokin' up the product
I try to tell ya, don't let these fuckin' fail ya
The way niggaz be gettin' clapped shit'll scare ya
But in the dark, we ran wild, so we 'em
Niggaz scared, can't stand still, like fuckin'
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 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 be that bitch and that rat will be that cool cat
With pockets we gonna take you back home
Allah Rule Savior, never clone

Yo, I use the mic to slap you in the face and your taste
Disgrace date put your title to waste
lyrical grace, from a place called wild
Illadelph Pensy, that's the residency
Consist in currency, my never empty
Some cats, believe MC but we know they all fraud
Do a in Philly niggaz wouldn't applaud
Nobody know your nor who you openin' for
Can tell your artificial while approachin' the door
So you should prepare, for lyrical terror that's
Step up to the reservoir, of the soul style
or, the higher law down with Dice Raw
The matador, connoisseur
whatever you build to the floor
Similar to of a dinosaur
I told you I'm the rap
You insist to imitate, for?
Superstar niggaz is ten percent real, percent invented
For a record deal
with somethin' veterans can't feel
I hit you a steel anvil
Because you grafted off the next skill
But I remain mellow, seein' the theatrics of Othello
Run tactics of the
See-L-O/N-E-S
The cats is felonious (word)

Dice Raw the juvenile lyricist store terrorist
Block trooper, connoisseur of fine
Focus never weak, blow up the spot like
Leave a shook, to the point, he won't speak
half-assed, always live and direct
On bitches try to punk the panty and raw sex
Mad I had to black out, when fake niggaz act out
Or out of place, they get slapped in they face
All y'all niggaz is fake, to emulate my style
What man? In this game, to me you're a child
I trained wack MC's, in camps like
Why the you think you went home and had bad dreams
Of horrifying things, that your ass never before?
You to the realm of Dice Raw
Where clones get they dome blown with microphones
It's not your fault black, the fact you wasn't shown
You'll through this like a smurf
I got you stop off the earth
Represent while I been like this birth
And I won't be the but I definitely was the first
Dice Raw big car Logan's Isle

Don't come across that line or pay a
Knuckle and hammer cocked ain't nothing sweet or soft
Win lose or to the jaw take one
lyrical launcher, or station
No conversation is needed, my completed
Read a nigga up and down in the cut where I'm
you from your cloud of cannabis you ignoramuses
You laid on your lap, when I your glamorous
Lifestyle, I banged head up with the white fowl
My character a of this two-one-fifth trife style
I breeze areas niggaz would fear to walk in
Balance the talkin', galactic style as of a falcon
Your Star Trek ass will
these 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 niggaz
Just tie your name next when I 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 type if you violate
Makin' your blood rush, you post a higher rate