Luyện nghe bài hát Clones

Yeah, to all the Jim Carrey ass co-op
KnowhatI'msayin? Large co-op, the fuck?
To the clones, we bless the
Blow the vial, you my style, large co-op
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 locked up
that upstate bus reminds me of the slave ships
But the bible never saved shit
I guess why every juvenile is in the same predicament
You want to slang crack, or tecs, and do the concept
You can't loot, when your moms is smokin' up the product
I try to tell ya, let these streets fuckin' fail ya
The way be gettin' clapped shit'll fuckin' scare 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 platinum go aluminum
Got em the fuck up son, that's why we losin em
I'm at this 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
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 rat will be that cool cat
swollen pockets we gonna take you back home
Master Allah Rule Savior, never

Yo, I use the mic to slap you in the face and erase taste
Disgrace date put your title to waste
Dominant grace, from a place called wild
Illadelph Isle Pensy, the residency
Consist in currency, my never empty
Some cats, believe MC but we know they all fraud
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 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
Similar to that of a
I you I'm the rap predator
You insist to imitate, for?
Superstar niggaz is ten percent real, ninety invented
For a fuckin' deal
Comin' with somethin' veterans can't
I hit you like a anvil
Because you off the next man's skill
But still I mellow, seein' the theatrics of Othello
Run over of the
fess
The phoniest cats is (word)

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

Don't across that line or pay a cost
Knuckle games and hammer cocked ain't nothing sweet or
Win lose or draw to the jaw one
Deranger launcher, or station
No conversation is needed, my completed
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 two-one-fifth trife style
I breeze through areas niggaz would fear to in
Balance the talkin', that style as of a falcon
Your Star Trek ass wrinkle
Spill these and form into a sprinkle
Cap you're brought up and the of twinkle
My insight will the windpipe of y'all niggaz
small, middle-sized, or tall niggaz
Just tie name next when I start to X
Givin out flex pains of death so fuck a
The insane vet, you ganked the brain wet
You proceed to lame check, the opposite of sex
I annihilate your type if you
Makin' blood rush, you post never a higher rate