Luyện nghe bài hát Clones

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

First of all let's talk about these ill
And fly ass frontin' bitches that now vapors
Niggaz run up on you with guns, papers
Outlined body chalk, is how would scrape ya
From off the pavement, I gettin' locked up
Cause that bus reminds me of the slave ships
But then the bible never saved
I guess why every juvenile is in the same predicament
You want to slang crack, or hold tecs, and do the
You can't make loot, your moms is smokin' up the product
I try to tell ya, don't let these streets 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
Fake niggaz, they don't go platinum they go
Got em the fuck up son, that's why we losin em
I'm lookin' at this longevity
To make a big play, but it might be a mistake
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 be that bitch and that rat will be that cool cat
With swollen pockets we gonna take you back
Master Rule Savior, never clone

Yo, I use the mic to slap you in the face and your taste
Disgrace your date put your title to
Dominant lyrical grace, from a place called
Illadelph Pensy, that's the residency
in currency, my pockets never empty
Some cats, believe they MC but we they all fraud
Do a show in Philly wouldn't applaud
Nobody know your record nor who you for
Can tell squad's artificial while approachin' the door
So you should prepare, for lyrical terror pure
Step up to the reservoir, of the soul proprietor
Messiah or, the law down with Dice Raw
The matador, connoisseur
Stompin' you build to the floor
Similar to that of a
I you I'm the rap predator
You insist to imitate, what
Superstar niggaz is ten percent real, ninety invented
For a fuckin' record
Comin' with somethin' veterans feel
I hit you like a steel
Because you grafted off the next man's
But still I remain mellow, seein' the of Othello
Run tactics of the
fess
The phoniest is felonious (word)

Dice Raw the 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 lights I had to black out, fake niggaz act out
Or step out of place, get slapped in they face
All y'all niggaz is fake, to emulate my style
grown man? In this game, to me you're a child
I trained wack MC's, in camps like
Why the fuck you think you went and had bad dreams
Of horrifying things, that ass never seen before?
You to the realm of Dice Raw
Where clones get dome 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' stop off the
Represent while I been like this since
And I be the last but I definitely was the first
Dice Raw big car Isle sol-dier

Don't come that line or pay a cost
Knuckle games and hammer cocked ain't sweet or soft
Win lose or draw to the jaw 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 your cloud of cannabis you
You on your lap, when I attack your glamorous
Lifestyle, I your head up with the white fowl
My character a product of this two-one-fifth style
I breeze through areas niggaz would to walk in
Balance the talkin', that galactic style as of a
Your Star Trek ass will
these words and form into a sprinkle
Cap brought up and the name of twinkle
My insight crack the windpipe of y'all niggaz
Whether small, middle-sized, or niggaz
Just tie your name next when I to X
Givin out flex pains of so fuck a raincheck
The insane vet, whether you ganked the wet
You proceed to check, the opposite of same sex
I annihilate type if you violate
Makin' blood rush, you post never a higher rate