Luyện nghe bài hát Clones

Yeah, to all the Jim Carrey ass large
KnowhatI'msayin? co-op, what 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 these ill
And fly ass frontin' that now caught vapors
run up on you with guns, snatchin' papers
Outlined chalk, is how they would scrape ya
off the pavement, I hate gettin' locked up
Cause upstate bus reminds me of the slave ships
But then the bible never shit
I guess that's why every juvenile is in the 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, don't let streets fuckin' fail ya
The way niggaz be gettin' clapped fuckin' scare ya
But in the dark, we ran wild, so we 'em
Niggaz scared, can't stand still, fuckin' helium
Fake niggaz, they don't go platinum they go
Got em the fuck up son, that's why we losin 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 three p's, so I get out, he can see me
For real, 'cause the streets is filled with snakes and
The snake will be that bitch and that rat will be that cat
With swollen pockets we gonna take you back
Master Allah Rule Savior, clone

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

Dice Raw the lyricist corner store terrorist
Block trooper, of fine cannabis
Focus weak, blow up the spot like plastique
Leave a shook, to the point, he won't speak
Never half-assed, always and direct
On bitches try to punk the panty and raw sex
Mad lights I had to black out, when fake act out
Or step out of place, they get slapped in they
All y'all niggaz is fake, to emulate my style
What grown man? In this game, to me you're a
I trained wack MC's, in camps ex-marines
Why the fuck you think you home and had bad dreams
Of things, that your ass never seen before?
You traveled to the of Dice Raw
Where clones get they dome with chrome microphones
It's not your fault black, the fact you wasn't shown
You'll come through this like a
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
Raw big car Logan's Isle sol-dier

Don't come across that line or pay a
Knuckle games and cocked ain't nothing sweet or soft
Win or draw to the jaw take one
Deranger 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 cloud of you ignoramuses
You laid on your lap, when I attack your
Lifestyle, I banged head 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', that style as of a falcon
Your Trek ass will wrinkle
Spill these words and form a sprinkle
Cap you're brought up and the of twinkle
My insight will the windpipe of y'all niggaz
Whether small, middle-sized, or tall
Just tie your name next I start to X
out flex pains of death so fuck a raincheck
The insane vet, whether you ganked the wet
You proceed to lame check, the opposite of sex
I your type if you violate
your blood rush, you post never a higher rate