Luyện nghe bài hát Clones

Yeah, to all the Jim Carrey ass co-op
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 now caught vapors
Niggaz run up on you guns, snatchin' papers
Outlined body chalk, is how they would ya
From off the pavement, I hate gettin' up
Cause that upstate bus me of the slave ships
But then the never saved shit
I guess that's why juvenile is in the same predicament
You want to crack, or hold 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 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 still, like fuckin' helium
Fake niggaz, they don't go platinum go aluminum
Got em cloned the fuck up son, that's why we em
I'm at this niggaz longevity
To a big play, but then it might be a mistake
Cause if I get to D.C., I'm sendin' Dice to DE
With three p's, so I get out, he can see me
For real, the streets is filled with snakes and rats
The snake will be that bitch and that rat will be that cat
swollen pockets we gonna take you back home
Master Rule Savior, never clone

Yo, I use the mic to you in the face and erase your taste
Disgrace your date put your to waste
Dominant lyrical grace, a place called wild
Illadelph Pensy, that's the residency
Consist in currency, my pockets empty
cats, believe they MC but we know they all fraud
Do a show in Philly wouldn't applaud
Nobody know record nor who you openin' for
Can tell your squad's 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
whatever you build to the floor
Similar to that of a
I told you I'm the rap
You insist to imitate, what
Superstar niggaz is ten percent real, ninety invented
For a record deal
Comin' with veterans can't feel
I hit you like a anvil
Because you grafted off the next man's
But still I remain mellow, seein' the of Othello
Run over of the
fess
The cats is felonious (word)

Dice Raw the juvenile lyricist store terrorist
trooper, connoisseur of fine cannabis
Focus never weak, blow up the spot like
Leave a nigga shook, to the point, he speak
Never half-assed, live and direct
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 face
All y'all is fake, tryin' to emulate my style
What grown In this game, to me you're a child
I trained wack MC's, in camps ex-marines
Why the fuck you think you went home and had bad
Of horrifying things, that ass never seen before?
You to the realm of Dice Raw
Where clones get they dome with chrome microphones
It's not your fault black, just the fact you wasn't
You'll come through this like a
I got you rollin' stop off the
Represent while I like this since birth
And I won't be the last but I definitely was the
Raw big car Logan's Isle sol-dier

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