Luyện nghe bài hát Clones

Yeah, to all the Jim Carrey ass large
KnowhatI'msayin? Large co-op, what the
To the clones, we the domes
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 frontin' bitches now caught vapors
Niggaz run up on you with guns, snatchin'
Outlined body chalk, is how they scrape ya
off the pavement, I hate gettin' locked up
Cause that bus reminds me of the slave ships
But then the bible saved shit
I guess that's why every juvenile is in the same
You want to slang crack, or hold tecs, and do the
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 shit'll scare ya
But in the dark, we ran wild, so we 'em
Niggaz scared, can't stand still, like helium
Fake niggaz, they go platinum they go aluminum
Got em cloned the fuck up son, why we losin em
I'm lookin' at niggaz 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 three p's, so I get out, he can see me
For real, 'cause the streets is filled with snakes and
The snake will be that bitch and that rat will be that cat
With swollen pockets we take you back home
Master Allah Rule Savior, clone

Yo, I use the mic to slap you in the face and erase your
Disgrace your date put your title to
Dominant grace, from a place called wild
Isle Pensy, that's the residency
Consist in currency, my never empty
Some cats, they MC but we know they all fraud
Do a show in Philly wouldn't applaud
Nobody know record nor who you openin' for
Can tell your squad's artificial while approachin' the
So you should prepare, for lyrical terror pure
Step up to the reservoir, of the soul proprietor
Messiah or, the higher law down Dice Raw
The matador, shorty
Stompin' whatever you to the floor
to that of a dinosaur
I you I'm the rap predator
You to imitate, what for?
Superstar niggaz is ten real, ninety percent invented
For a fuckin' deal
Comin' with somethin' can't feel
I hit you like a steel
Because you grafted off the next man's
But still I remain mellow, 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
Block trooper, of fine cannabis
Focus never weak, blow up the like plastique
a nigga shook, to the point, he won't speak
Never half-assed, live and direct
On bitches try to punk the panty and raw sex
Mad I had to black out, when 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 man? In this game, to me you're a
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 never before?
You traveled to the 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 come through like a smurf
I got you stop off the earth
Represent while I 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 come across line or pay a cost
Knuckle games and hammer cocked ain't nothing sweet or
Win lose or draw to the jaw one
Deranger lyrical launcher, or
No conversation is needed, my completed
Read a nigga up and in the cut where I'm seated
you from your cloud of cannabis you ignoramuses
You laid on your lap, when I attack glamorous
Lifestyle, I your head up with the white fowl
My character a product of this two-one-fifth trife
I breeze through areas niggaz would to walk in
Balance the talkin', that galactic style as of a
Your Star Trek ass wrinkle
Spill these words and into a sprinkle
Cap you're brought up and the name of
My insight crack the windpipe of y'all niggaz
Whether small, middle-sized, or tall
Just tie your name next I start to X
Givin out flex pains of death so a raincheck
The vet, whether you ganked the brain wet
You proceed to check, the opposite of same sex
I your type if you violate
Makin' your rush, you post never a higher rate