Luyện nghe bài hát Clones

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

First of all let's talk about these ill
And fly ass frontin' bitches that now caught
run up on you with guns, snatchin' papers
Outlined body chalk, is how they would ya
From off the pavement, I gettin' locked up
Cause that upstate bus reminds me of the ships
But then the bible never shit
I guess that's why juvenile is in the same predicament
You want to slang crack, or hold tecs, and do the
You make 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
scared, can't stand still, like fuckin' helium
Fake niggaz, they don't go they go aluminum
Got em cloned the fuck up son, that's why we em
I'm lookin' at niggaz longevity
To make a big play, but then it be a mistake
Cause if I get sent to D.C., I'm Dice to DE
With 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 bitch and that rat will be that cool cat
With swollen pockets we take you back home
Allah Rule Savior, never clone

Yo, I use the mic to you in the face and erase your taste
Disgrace your date put your to waste
Dominant lyrical grace, from a place called
Illadelph Isle Pensy, that's the
Consist in currency, my pockets never
Some cats, believe they MC but we know all fraud
Do a in Philly niggaz wouldn't applaud
Nobody know your nor who you openin' for
Can tell squad's artificial while approachin' the door
So you should prepare, for lyrical that's pure
up to the reservoir, of the soul proprietor style
Messiah or, the law down with Dice Raw
The matador, connoisseur
Stompin' whatever you to the floor
Similar to that of a
I you I'm the rap predator
You insist to imitate, for?
Superstar niggaz is ten percent real, ninety invented
For a fuckin' deal
Comin' with somethin' can't feel
I hit you like a anvil
Because you grafted off the man's skill
But still I remain mellow, seein' the theatrics of
Run over of the
fess
The cats is felonious (word)

Dice Raw the lyricist corner store terrorist
trooper, connoisseur of fine cannabis
Focus weak, blow up the spot like plastique
Leave a nigga shook, to the point, he won't
Never half-assed, always live and
On bitches try to punk smell the and raw sex
Mad lights I had to black out, fake niggaz act out
Or step out of place, they get in they face
All y'all niggaz is fake, tryin' to emulate my
What grown man? In game, to me you're a child
I trained wack MC's, in camps ex-marines
Why the fuck you you went home and had bad dreams
Of horrifying things, that your ass seen before?
You traveled to the realm of Raw
Where clones get dome 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 while I like this since birth
And I be the last but I definitely was the first
Dice Raw big car Logan's sol-dier

Don't come that line or pay a cost
Knuckle games and cocked ain't nothing sweet or soft
Win lose or draw to the jaw 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 cloud of cannabis you ignoramuses
You laid on your lap, I attack your glamorous
Lifestyle, I banged your head up with the white
My character a product of this two-one-fifth trife
I breeze through areas niggaz fear to walk in
the talkin', that 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 the windpipe of y'all niggaz
Whether small, middle-sized, or niggaz
Just tie your name next when I to X
Givin out flex pains of death so fuck a
The vet, whether you ganked the brain wet
You proceed to lame check, the opposite of sex
I your type if you violate
Makin' your blood rush, you post never a rate