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
the vial, you know my style, large co-op
all the way son

First of all let's about these ill capers
And fly ass frontin' that now caught vapors
Niggaz run up on you guns, snatchin' papers
Outlined chalk, is how they would scrape ya
From off the pavement, I gettin' locked up
Cause that bus reminds me of the slave ships
But then the bible never saved
I guess that's why every juvenile is in the predicament
You want to slang crack, or 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 streets fuckin' ya
The way niggaz be gettin' shit'll fuckin' scare ya
But in the dark, we ran wild, so we 'em
Niggaz scared, stand still, like fuckin' helium
Fake niggaz, they don't go platinum go aluminum
Got em the fuck up son, that's why we losin em
I'm lookin' at this niggaz
To make a big play, but then it might be a
Cause if I get sent to D.C., I'm Dice to DE
three p's, so when I get out, he can see me
For real, 'cause the streets is filled snakes and rats
The will be that bitch and that rat will be that cool cat
With swollen pockets we gonna take you home
Master Allah Rule Savior, never

Yo, I use the mic to slap you in the face and erase taste
Disgrace your put your title to waste
Dominant lyrical grace, from a place wild
Illadelph Isle Pensy, the residency
in currency, my pockets never empty
Some cats, believe MC but we know they all fraud
Do a in Philly niggaz wouldn't applaud
Nobody know your record nor who you for
Can tell your squad's artificial approachin' the door
So you should prepare, for lyrical terror that's
Step up to the reservoir, of the soul proprietor
Messiah or, the law down with Dice Raw
The matador, connoisseur
Stompin' you build to the floor
to that of a dinosaur
I you I'm the rap predator
You insist to imitate, for?
Superstar niggaz is ten percent real, percent invented
For a fuckin' deal
Comin' with somethin' veterans feel
I hit you like a steel
Because you off the next man's skill
But still I remain mellow, seein' the theatrics of
Run over of the
See-L-O/N-E-S
The phoniest cats is (word)

Dice Raw the juvenile lyricist corner store
trooper, connoisseur of fine cannabis
Focus never weak, blow up the like plastique
a nigga shook, to the point, he won't speak
Never half-assed, always live and
On bitches try to smell the panty and raw sex
Mad lights I had to black out, when niggaz act out
Or step out of place, they get in they face
All y'all niggaz is fake, tryin' to 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 realm of Raw
Where clones get they dome blown with chrome
It's not your fault black, just the fact you shown
come through this like a smurf
I got you rollin' stop off the
Represent while I been like this birth
And I won't be the last but I was the first
Raw big car Logan's Isle sol-dier

Don't come across line or pay a cost
Knuckle games and hammer cocked ain't sweet or soft
Win lose or to the jaw take one
lyrical launcher, or station
No is needed, my task completed
a nigga up and down in the cut where I'm seated
Snatch you 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 two-one-fifth trife style
I breeze through areas niggaz would to walk in
Balance the talkin', that galactic style as of a
Your Star ass will wrinkle
Spill these words and into a sprinkle
Cap you're up and the name of twinkle
My insight crack the windpipe of y'all niggaz
Whether small, middle-sized, or tall
Just tie your next when I start to X
Givin out flex of death so fuck a raincheck
The vet, whether you ganked the brain wet
You proceed to lame check, the of same sex
I your type if you violate
Makin' your blood rush, you post a higher rate