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
the vial, you know my style, large co-op
all the way son

First of all let's talk about ill capers
And fly ass frontin' bitches that now vapors
Niggaz run up on you guns, snatchin' papers
body chalk, is how they would scrape ya
From off the pavement, I gettin' locked up
Cause that upstate bus reminds me of the slave
But then the bible never shit
I guess that's why every juvenile is in the predicament
You want to slang crack, or hold tecs, and do the
You can't make loot, when your moms is up the product
I try to tell ya, don't let streets fuckin' fail ya
The way niggaz be gettin' clapped shit'll scare ya
But in the dark, we ran wild, so we 'em
Niggaz scared, can't stand still, like helium
Fake niggaz, don't go platinum they go aluminum
Got em cloned the fuck up son, why we losin em
I'm lookin' at 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 three p's, so I get out, he can see me
For real, 'cause the streets is filled with and rats
The snake will be that bitch and that rat be that cool cat
With swollen pockets we gonna take you home
Master Allah Rule Savior, never

Yo, I use the mic to slap you in the face and erase your
Disgrace your date put title to waste
Dominant lyrical grace, from a called wild
Isle Pensy, that's the residency
Consist in currency, my never empty
Some cats, believe they MC but we they all fraud
Do a show in niggaz wouldn't applaud
know your record nor who you openin' for
Can your squad's artificial while approachin' the door
So you prepare, for lyrical terror that's pure
Step up to the reservoir, of the soul proprietor
Messiah or, the higher law down Dice Raw
The matador, connoisseur
whatever you build to the floor
Similar to that of a
I told you I'm the rap
You to imitate, what for?
niggaz is ten percent real, ninety percent invented
For a fuckin' record
Comin' with veterans can't feel
I hit you like a anvil
you grafted off the next man's skill
But I remain mellow, seein' the theatrics of Othello
Run over of the
See-L-O/N-E-S
The phoniest is felonious (word)

Dice Raw the juvenile lyricist corner terrorist
trooper, connoisseur of fine cannabis
Focus never weak, blow up the like 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 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 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 get they dome blown with chrome microphones
not your fault black, just the fact you wasn't shown
You'll through this like a smurf
I got you stop off the earth
Represent while I been like since birth
And I won't be the last but I definitely was the
Dice Raw big car Isle sol-dier

Don't come across that 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 is needed, my task completed
Read a nigga up and down in the cut I'm seated
Snatch you from your of cannabis you ignoramuses
You laid on your lap, when I your glamorous
Lifestyle, I banged your up with the white fowl
My character a product of this two-one-fifth trife
I breeze through areas niggaz fear to walk in
Balance the talkin', galactic style as of a falcon
Your Star Trek ass will
Spill these words and into a sprinkle
Cap brought up and the name of twinkle
My insight will crack the windpipe of niggaz
small, middle-sized, or tall niggaz
Just tie your name when I start to X
Givin out flex of death so fuck a raincheck
The insane vet, you ganked the brain wet
You to lame check, the opposite of same sex
I annihilate your type if you
Makin' your blood rush, you post never a rate