Luyện nghe bài hát Clones

Yeah, to all the Jim ass large co-op
Large 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 talk about these ill
And fly ass frontin' bitches now caught vapors
Niggaz run up on you guns, snatchin' papers
Outlined body chalk, is how they scrape ya
off the pavement, I hate gettin' locked up
Cause that upstate bus me of the slave ships
But then the bible never shit
I guess that's why every juvenile is in the predicament
You want to slang crack, or tecs, and do the concept
You can't make loot, when your is smokin' up the product
I try to ya, don't 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, don't go platinum they 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 sent to D.C., I'm sendin' to DE
With p's, so when I get out, he can see me
For real, 'cause the streets is filled snakes and rats
The snake be that bitch and that rat will be that cool cat
With swollen pockets we gonna you back home
Allah Rule Savior, never clone

Yo, I use the mic to slap you in the face and erase your
Disgrace your put your title to waste
Dominant grace, from a place called wild
Illadelph Isle Pensy, the residency
Consist in currency, my pockets never
Some cats, believe they MC but we they all fraud
Do a show in Philly niggaz applaud
know your record nor who you openin' for
Can tell squad's artificial while approachin' the door
So you should prepare, for terror that's pure
up to the reservoir, of the soul proprietor style
Messiah or, the higher law down Dice Raw
The matador, connoisseur
Stompin' whatever you to the floor
Similar to that of a
I told you I'm the rap
You insist to imitate, what
Superstar niggaz is ten real, ninety percent invented
For a fuckin' deal
Comin' with veterans can't feel
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
fess
The phoniest cats is (word)

Dice Raw the juvenile lyricist corner store
trooper, connoisseur of fine cannabis
Focus never weak, blow up the spot plastique
Leave a shook, to the point, he won't speak
half-assed, always live and direct
On bitches try to smell the panty and raw sex
Mad lights I had to black out, when niggaz act out
Or step out of place, get slapped in they face
All niggaz is fake, tryin' to emulate my style
What grown man? In game, to me you're a child
I trained wack MC's, in camps like
Why the fuck you think you home and had bad dreams
Of horrifying things, that your ass never before?
You traveled to the of Dice Raw
Where clones get they dome blown with chrome
It's not fault black, just the fact you wasn't shown
come through this like a smurf
I got you stop off the earth
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

come across that line or pay a cost
Knuckle games and cocked ain't nothing sweet or soft
Win lose or to the jaw take one
Deranger lyrical launcher, or
No is needed, my task completed
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 head up with the white fowl
My character a product of two-one-fifth trife style
I through areas niggaz would fear to walk in
Balance the talkin', that galactic style as of a
Your Star Trek ass wrinkle
Spill these words and form a sprinkle
Cap you're up and the name of twinkle
My insight will crack the of y'all niggaz
Whether small, middle-sized, or tall
Just tie 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 check, the opposite of same sex
I annihilate your if you violate
Makin' your blood rush, you post never a rate