Luyện nghe bài hát Clones

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

First of all let's talk about ill capers
And fly ass bitches that now caught vapors
Niggaz run up on you with guns, papers
body chalk, is how they would scrape ya
From off the pavement, I hate gettin' up
Cause upstate 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 your is smokin' up the product
I try to tell ya, let these streets fuckin' fail ya
The way niggaz be gettin' clapped fuckin' scare ya
But in the dark, we ran wild, so we 'em
scared, can't stand still, like fuckin' helium
Fake niggaz, they go platinum they go aluminum
Got em the fuck up son, that's why we losin em
I'm lookin' at this 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 snakes and rats
The snake will be that bitch and that rat be that cool cat
With swollen pockets we gonna take you back
Allah Rule Savior, never clone

Yo, I use the mic to slap you in the face and erase your
Disgrace your date put your to waste
Dominant lyrical grace, a place called wild
Isle Pensy, that's the residency
Consist in currency, my pockets empty
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 artificial approachin' the door
So you should prepare, for lyrical that's pure
Step up to the reservoir, of the soul style
Messiah or, the higher law with Dice Raw
The matador, connoisseur
Stompin' whatever you build to the
Similar to of a dinosaur
I you I'm the rap predator
You insist to imitate, what
Superstar niggaz is ten percent real, percent invented
For a fuckin' record
Comin' with somethin' veterans can't
I hit you a steel anvil
Because you grafted off the next skill
But I remain 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, connoisseur of cannabis
Focus never weak, blow up the spot like
Leave a shook, to the point, he won't speak
Never half-assed, always live and
On bitches try to punk the panty and raw sex
Mad I had to black out, when fake niggaz act out
Or step out of place, they get slapped in they
All y'all niggaz is fake, tryin' to my style
What grown man? In game, to me you're a child
I trained MC's, in camps like ex-marines
Why the fuck you you went home and had bad dreams
Of horrifying things, your ass never seen before?
You traveled to the realm of Raw
Where clones get dome blown with chrome microphones
It's not your fault black, just the fact you wasn't
You'll through this like a smurf
I got you rollin' off the earth
Represent while I been this since birth
And I won't be the but I definitely was the first
Dice Raw big car Logan's Isle

come across that line or pay a cost
Knuckle games and hammer cocked ain't nothing or soft
Win lose or to the jaw take one
Deranger launcher, or station
No conversation is needed, my task
Read a up and down in the cut where I'm seated
Snatch you from your of cannabis you ignoramuses
You laid on lap, when I attack your glamorous
Lifestyle, I banged your up with the white fowl
My character a product of this two-one-fifth style
I through areas niggaz would fear to walk in
Balance the talkin', that galactic as of a falcon
Your Star Trek ass wrinkle
Spill these words and form into a
Cap brought up and the name of twinkle
My insight will the windpipe of y'all niggaz
Whether small, middle-sized, or tall
tie your name next when I start to X
Givin out flex pains of death so fuck a
The insane vet, whether you ganked the wet
You proceed to check, the opposite of same sex
I your type if you violate
your blood rush, you post never a higher rate