Luyện nghe bài hát Clones

Yeah, to all the Jim Carrey ass large
KnowhatI'msayin? 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 about these ill capers
And fly ass bitches that now caught vapors
Niggaz run up on you guns, snatchin' papers
Outlined body chalk, is how would scrape ya
From off the pavement, I hate gettin' up
Cause upstate bus reminds me of the slave ships
But then the bible saved shit
I guess that's why juvenile is in the same predicament
You to slang crack, or hold tecs, and do the concept
You can't make loot, when moms is smokin' up the product
I try to tell ya, don't let these streets fuckin' ya
The way niggaz be gettin' clapped fuckin' scare 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 up son, that's why we losin em
I'm lookin' at this niggaz
To a big play, but then it might be a mistake
if I get sent to D.C., I'm sendin' Dice to DE
With p's, so when I get out, he can see me
For real, 'cause the streets is 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 Allah Savior, never clone

Yo, I use the mic to you in the face and erase your taste
your date put your title to waste
Dominant lyrical grace, from a place called
Isle Pensy, that's the residency
Consist in currency, my pockets never
Some cats, believe they MC but we know all fraud
Do a show in niggaz wouldn't applaud
Nobody know record nor who you openin' for
Can tell your squad's artificial approachin' the door
So you should prepare, for lyrical terror that's
Step up to the reservoir, of the soul proprietor
Messiah or, the higher law down Dice Raw
The matador, shorty
Stompin' you build to the floor
Similar to that of a
I you I'm the rap predator
You to imitate, what for?
Superstar niggaz is ten percent real, ninety invented
For a record deal
Comin' somethin' 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 theatrics of
Run over of the
fess
The cats is felonious (word)

Dice Raw the lyricist corner store terrorist
Block trooper, of fine cannabis
never weak, blow up the spot like plastique
Leave a nigga shook, to the point, he won't
Never half-assed, always live and
On bitches try to punk the panty and raw sex
Mad lights I had to black out, fake niggaz act out
Or out of place, they get slapped in they face
All y'all niggaz is fake, 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 you think you went home and had bad dreams
Of horrifying things, that your ass seen before?
You to the realm of Dice Raw
clones get they dome blown with chrome microphones
It's not your fault black, just the you wasn't shown
You'll through this like a smurf
I got you stop off the earth
Represent while I like this since birth
And I be the last but I definitely was the first
Dice Raw big car Isle sol-dier

Don't come across that line or pay a
games and hammer cocked ain't nothing sweet or soft
Win lose or draw to the jaw one
lyrical launcher, or station
No is needed, my task completed
Read a up and down in the cut where I'm seated
you from your cloud of cannabis 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 this two-one-fifth style
I breeze through areas would fear to walk in
Balance the talkin', that galactic style as of a
Your Star Trek ass will
these words and form into a sprinkle
Cap brought up and the name of twinkle
My insight will crack the of y'all niggaz
Whether small, middle-sized, or tall
Just tie your name next when I to X
Givin out pains of death so fuck a raincheck
The insane vet, you ganked the brain wet
You proceed to check, the opposite of same sex
I your type if you violate
Makin' your blood rush, you never a higher rate