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 know my style, large
all the way son

First of all talk about these ill capers
And fly ass frontin' bitches now caught vapors
Niggaz run up on you guns, snatchin' papers
Outlined body chalk, is how they scrape ya
From off the pavement, I hate gettin' up
Cause that bus reminds me of the slave ships
But the bible never saved shit
I guess that's why every juvenile is in the same
You want to crack, or hold 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 streets fail ya
The way be gettin' clapped shit'll fuckin' scare ya
But in the dark, we ran wild, so we 'em
Niggaz scared, stand still, like fuckin' helium
Fake niggaz, don't go platinum 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 might be a
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 with snakes and rats
The snake will be that and that rat will be that cool cat
With swollen we gonna take you back home
Allah Rule Savior, never clone

Yo, I use the mic to slap you in the and erase your taste
your date put your title to waste
Dominant lyrical grace, from a called wild
Illadelph Isle Pensy, that's the
in currency, my pockets never empty
Some cats, believe they MC but we know they all
Do a show in Philly niggaz wouldn't
Nobody your record nor who you openin' for
Can tell squad's artificial while approachin' the door
So you should prepare, for lyrical terror pure
Step up to the reservoir, of the soul proprietor
Messiah or, the law down with Dice Raw
The matador, shorty
whatever you build to the floor
Similar to of a dinosaur
I told you I'm the rap
You insist to imitate, what
Superstar niggaz is ten percent real, ninety invented
For a fuckin' deal
with somethin' veterans can't feel
I hit you like a anvil
Because you off the next man's skill
But still I remain mellow, seein' the theatrics of
Run tactics of the
fess
The phoniest is felonious (word)

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

Don't come across that line or pay a
Knuckle and hammer cocked ain't nothing sweet or soft
Win or draw to the jaw take one
Deranger lyrical launcher, or
No is needed, my task completed
Read a nigga up and down in the cut where I'm
Snatch you from your cloud of cannabis you
You laid on your lap, when I your glamorous
Lifestyle, I banged your up with the white fowl
My a product of this two-one-fifth trife style
I breeze through niggaz would fear to walk in
the talkin', that galactic style as of a falcon
Your Star Trek ass will
Spill these words and form into a
Cap brought up and the name of twinkle
My insight crack the windpipe of y'all niggaz
small, middle-sized, or tall niggaz
Just tie your next when I start to X
Givin out flex pains of death so a raincheck
The insane vet, whether you ganked the wet
You proceed to lame check, the opposite of sex
I annihilate your type if you
Makin' your blood rush, you never a higher rate