Luyện nghe bài hát Clones

Yeah, to all the Jim ass large co-op
KnowhatI'msayin? Large co-op, the fuck?
To the clones, we the domes
Blow the vial, you know my style, co-op
all the way son

First of all let's talk about ill capers
And fly ass frontin' bitches now caught vapors
Niggaz run up on you guns, snatchin' papers
Outlined chalk, is how they would scrape ya
From off the pavement, I hate locked up
Cause that 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 be gettin' clapped shit'll fuckin' scare ya
But in the dark, we ran wild, so we 'em
Niggaz scared, 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
three p's, so when I get out, he can see me
For real, 'cause the is filled with snakes and rats
The snake will be bitch and that rat will be that cool cat
swollen 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
your date put your title to waste
Dominant lyrical grace, from a called wild
Isle Pensy, that's the residency
Consist in currency, my pockets empty
Some cats, believe MC but we know they all fraud
Do a in Philly niggaz wouldn't applaud
know your record nor who you openin' for
Can tell your artificial while approachin' the door
So you should prepare, for lyrical terror that's
up to the reservoir, of the soul proprietor style
Messiah or, the higher law down with Raw
The matador, connoisseur
Stompin' whatever you build to the
Similar to of a dinosaur
I told you I'm the rap
You insist to imitate, what
Superstar niggaz is ten percent real, ninety percent
For a fuckin' record
Comin' with somethin' veterans can't
I hit you like a steel
Because you off the next man's skill
But still I remain mellow, the theatrics of Othello
Run over of the
See-L-O/N-E-S
The phoniest is felonious (word)

Raw the juvenile lyricist corner store terrorist
Block trooper, connoisseur of cannabis
Focus never weak, blow up the spot plastique
Leave a nigga shook, to the point, he speak
Never half-assed, 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, they get slapped in they
All y'all is fake, tryin' to emulate my style
grown man? In this game, to me you're a child
I trained wack MC's, in like ex-marines
Why the you think you went home and had bad dreams
Of horrifying things, that your ass seen before?
You traveled to the of Dice Raw
Where clones get they dome blown chrome microphones
not your fault black, just the fact you wasn't shown
You'll come through this like a
I got you rollin' stop off the
while I been 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 across that line or pay a cost
Knuckle and hammer cocked ain't nothing sweet or soft
Win lose or draw to the jaw one
Deranger launcher, or station
No conversation is needed, my completed
Read a nigga up and down in the cut where I'm
Snatch you from cloud of cannabis you ignoramuses
You laid on your lap, when I attack glamorous
Lifestyle, I banged head up with the white fowl
My character a of this two-one-fifth trife style
I breeze areas niggaz would fear to walk in
Balance the talkin', that style as of a falcon
Star Trek ass will wrinkle
Spill these and form into a sprinkle
Cap you're brought up and the name of
My insight will crack the windpipe of 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 type if you violate
Makin' your rush, you post never a higher rate