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 talk these ill capers
And fly ass frontin' bitches that now caught
Niggaz run up on you guns, snatchin' papers
body 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 never saved
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 moms is smokin' up the
I try to ya, don't let these streets fuckin' fail ya
The way niggaz be clapped shit'll fuckin' scare ya
But in the dark, we ran wild, so we 'em
Niggaz scared, stand still, like fuckin' helium
niggaz, they don't go platinum they go aluminum
Got em cloned the fuck up son, that's why we em
I'm lookin' at this niggaz
To make a big play, but then it might be a
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 is filled with snakes and rats
The snake will be that bitch and rat will be that cool cat
swollen pockets we gonna take you back home
Master Allah Savior, never clone

Yo, I use the mic to slap you in the and erase your taste
Disgrace your put your title to waste
Dominant grace, from a place called wild
Illadelph Isle Pensy, that's the
Consist in currency, my pockets never
Some cats, they MC but we know they all fraud
Do a in Philly niggaz wouldn't applaud
Nobody know your nor who you openin' for
Can tell your squad's 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, shorty
whatever you build to the floor
Similar to that of a
I you I'm the rap predator
You insist to imitate, for?
Superstar is ten percent real, ninety percent invented
For a fuckin' deal
Comin' somethin' veterans can't feel
I hit you like a steel
you grafted off the next man's skill
But still I remain mellow, seein' the of Othello
Run tactics of the
See-L-O/N-E-S
The phoniest is felonious (word)

Dice Raw the juvenile lyricist store terrorist
Block trooper, connoisseur of fine
never weak, blow up the spot like plastique
Leave a shook, to the point, he won't speak
Never half-assed, always and direct
On bitches try to smell the panty and raw sex
Mad lights I had to black out, fake niggaz act out
Or step out of place, they get slapped in they
All y'all niggaz is fake, to emulate my style
What grown man? In game, to me you're a child
I wack MC's, in camps like ex-marines
Why the fuck you think you went home and had bad
Of horrifying things, that your ass seen before?
You traveled to the of Dice Raw
Where clones get they dome blown with chrome
It's not your fault black, just the you wasn't shown
You'll come this like a smurf
I got you rollin' off the earth
while I been like this since birth
And I won't be the but I definitely was the first
Dice Raw big car 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 to the jaw take one
lyrical launcher, or station
No conversation is needed, my task
Read a up and down in the cut where I'm seated
Snatch you from cloud of cannabis you ignoramuses
You laid on your lap, when I attack glamorous
Lifestyle, I banged your up with the white fowl
My character a product of this two-one-fifth trife
I breeze through areas would fear to walk in
the talkin', that galactic style as of a falcon
Your Star ass will wrinkle
Spill these words and into a sprinkle
Cap you're brought up and the name of
My insight will crack the windpipe of niggaz
small, middle-sized, or tall niggaz
Just tie your name next I start to X
Givin out flex pains of death so a raincheck
The insane vet, whether you the brain wet
You proceed to lame check, the opposite of sex
I annihilate type if you violate
Makin' your rush, you post never a higher rate