Luyện nghe bài hát Clones

Yeah, to all the Jim Carrey ass large
Large co-op, what 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 these ill
And fly ass frontin' bitches that now vapors
Niggaz run up on you with guns, 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 every is in the same predicament
You want to slang crack, or tecs, and do the concept
You make loot, when your moms is smokin' up the product
I try to tell ya, don't let these streets fuckin' ya
The way niggaz be gettin' clapped shit'll fuckin' ya
But in the dark, we ran wild, so we 'em
Niggaz scared, stand still, like fuckin' helium
Fake niggaz, they go platinum they go aluminum
Got em cloned the fuck up son, why we losin em
I'm lookin' at this longevity
To make a big play, but then it might be a
Cause if I get to D.C., I'm sendin' Dice to DE
With p's, so when 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
With pockets we gonna take you back home
Master Rule Savior, never clone

Yo, I use the mic to slap you in the face and your taste
Disgrace your date put title to waste
Dominant lyrical grace, a place called wild
Illadelph Pensy, that's the residency
Consist in currency, my pockets never
cats, believe 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 your 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
or, the higher law down with Dice Raw
The matador, connoisseur
whatever you build to the floor
Similar to of a dinosaur
I you I'm the rap predator
You insist to imitate, for?
Superstar niggaz is ten real, ninety percent invented
For a record deal
Comin' with somethin' veterans can't
I hit you a steel anvil
Because you grafted off the next skill
But still I remain mellow, seein' the of Othello
Run tactics of the
See-L-O/N-E-S
The phoniest is felonious (word)

Raw the juvenile lyricist corner store terrorist
Block trooper, connoisseur of fine
Focus never weak, blow up the spot like
Leave a nigga shook, to the point, he won't
half-assed, always live and direct
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 my style
What man? In this game, to me you're a child
I wack MC's, in camps like ex-marines
Why the fuck you think you went and had bad dreams
Of things, that your ass never seen before?
You to the realm of Dice Raw
clones get they dome blown with chrome microphones
It's not your fault black, the fact you wasn't shown
You'll come this like a smurf
I got you rollin' 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 come that line or pay a cost
Knuckle games and hammer ain't nothing sweet or soft
Win or draw to the jaw take one
lyrical launcher, or station
No is needed, my task completed
Read a nigga up and down in the cut where I'm
Snatch you from your cloud of you ignoramuses
You laid on your lap, when I your glamorous
Lifestyle, I banged head up with the white fowl
My character a product of this two-one-fifth trife
I breeze through niggaz would fear to walk in
Balance the talkin', that galactic style as of a
Star Trek ass will wrinkle
Spill these words and form into a
Cap you're up and the name of twinkle
My insight will the windpipe of y'all niggaz
Whether small, middle-sized, or niggaz
tie your name next when I start to X
Givin out flex pains of death so a raincheck
The insane vet, whether you the brain wet
You proceed to lame check, the of same sex
I annihilate type if you violate
Makin' your blood rush, you post a higher rate