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 my style, large co-op
all the way son

First of all let's about these ill capers
And fly ass frontin' bitches that now caught
Niggaz run up on you with guns, papers
Outlined chalk, is how they would scrape ya
From off the pavement, I hate locked up
Cause upstate bus reminds me of the slave 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, when your moms is smokin' up the
I try to tell ya, don't let these fuckin' fail ya
The way niggaz be gettin' clapped shit'll fuckin' ya
But in the dark, we ran wild, so we 'em
Niggaz scared, can't stand still, like fuckin'
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 this niggaz
To make a big play, but it might 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 snakes and
The snake will be that bitch and that rat be that cool cat
With pockets we gonna take you back home
Allah Rule Savior, never clone

Yo, I use the mic to you in the face and erase your taste
your date put your title to waste
Dominant lyrical grace, from a place called
Illadelph Isle Pensy, that's the
in currency, my pockets never empty
Some cats, they MC but we know they all fraud
Do a show in Philly wouldn't applaud
Nobody your record nor who you openin' for
Can tell your artificial while approachin' the door
So you prepare, for lyrical terror that's pure
Step up to the reservoir, of the soul proprietor
or, the higher law down with Dice Raw
The matador, connoisseur
whatever you build to the floor
Similar to that of a
I you I'm the rap predator
You to imitate, what for?
Superstar niggaz is ten percent real, ninety percent
For a fuckin' deal
Comin' with somethin' can't feel
I hit you a steel anvil
Because you off the next man's skill
But still I 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, of fine cannabis
Focus weak, blow up the spot like plastique
a nigga shook, to the point, he won't speak
Never half-assed, always live and
On bitches try to punk smell the and raw sex
Mad lights I had to black out, when fake act out
Or step out of place, they get in they face
All y'all niggaz is fake, tryin' to emulate my
What man? In this game, to me you're a child
I trained MC's, in camps like ex-marines
Why the fuck you think you went home and had bad
Of horrifying things, that your ass never before?
You traveled to the of Dice Raw
Where clones get they dome blown chrome microphones
It's not your fault black, the fact you wasn't shown
You'll come through this like a
I got you rollin' stop off the
Represent while I been like this since
And I won't be the but I definitely was the first
Dice Raw big car Logan's sol-dier

Don't across that line or pay a cost
Knuckle games and hammer cocked ain't sweet or soft
Win or draw to the jaw take one
lyrical launcher, or station
No conversation is needed, my task
Read a nigga up and down in the cut I'm seated
Snatch you from your cloud of you ignoramuses
You laid on lap, when I attack your glamorous
Lifestyle, I banged your head up with the fowl
My character a product of this two-one-fifth trife
I breeze through areas niggaz would to walk in
Balance the talkin', that galactic style as of a
Your Star Trek ass wrinkle
Spill these words and into a sprinkle
Cap brought up and the name of twinkle
My insight will crack the of y'all niggaz
Whether small, middle-sized, or niggaz
Just tie your name when I start to X
out flex pains of death so fuck a raincheck
The vet, whether you ganked the brain wet
You proceed to lame check, the of same sex
I annihilate your type if you
Makin' your rush, you post never a higher rate