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

First of all let's talk about these ill
And fly ass frontin' bitches that now caught
Niggaz run up on you guns, snatchin' papers
Outlined chalk, is how they would scrape ya
From off the pavement, I hate gettin' up
that upstate bus reminds me of the slave ships
But then the bible never shit
I that's why every juvenile is in the same predicament
You want to slang crack, or hold tecs, and do the
You can't make loot, when your is smokin' up the product
I try to tell ya, let these streets fuckin' fail 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, they don't go platinum go aluminum
Got em cloned the fuck up son, that's why we em
I'm lookin' at this longevity
To a big play, but then it might be a mistake
Cause if I get to D.C., I'm sendin' Dice to DE
three p's, so when I get out, he can see me
For real, the streets is filled with snakes and rats
The snake be that bitch and that rat will be that cool cat
With swollen pockets we gonna 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 place wild
Illadelph Isle Pensy, the residency
Consist in currency, my never empty
Some cats, they MC but we know they all fraud
Do a show in niggaz wouldn't applaud
Nobody your record nor who you openin' for
Can tell your squad's artificial while the door
So you should prepare, for lyrical terror that's
Step up to the reservoir, of the proprietor style
Messiah or, the higher law down with Raw
The matador, shorty
Stompin' whatever you build to the
to that of a dinosaur
I you I'm the rap predator
You to imitate, what for?
Superstar niggaz is ten percent real, percent invented
For a record deal
Comin' with 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 theatrics of
Run tactics of the
fess
The cats is felonious (word)

Raw the juvenile lyricist corner store terrorist
Block trooper, connoisseur of cannabis
Focus never weak, blow up the like plastique
Leave a nigga shook, to the point, he speak
half-assed, always live and direct
On bitches try to smell the panty and raw sex
Mad I had to black out, when fake niggaz act out
Or step out of place, they get slapped in face
All y'all niggaz is fake, to emulate my style
What man? In this 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 never seen
You traveled to the realm of Raw
Where clones get they blown with chrome microphones
It's not your fault black, the fact you wasn't shown
You'll through this like a smurf
I got you rollin' off the earth
Represent while I been like this since
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
games 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
you from your cloud of cannabis you ignoramuses
You laid on your lap, when I attack glamorous
Lifestyle, I banged your head up the white fowl
My character a of this two-one-fifth trife style
I breeze through areas niggaz would fear to in
the talkin', that galactic style as of a falcon
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
small, middle-sized, or tall niggaz
Just tie your name next when I to X
Givin out flex pains of death so fuck a
The vet, whether you ganked the brain wet
You proceed to check, the opposite of same sex
I annihilate your type if you
Makin' your blood rush, you post never a rate