Luyện nghe bài hát Clones

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

First of all talk about these ill capers
And fly ass frontin' that now caught vapors
run up on you with guns, snatchin' papers
Outlined body chalk, is how they scrape ya
From off the pavement, I gettin' locked up
Cause that upstate bus reminds me of the ships
But then the bible never saved
I that's why every juvenile is in the same predicament
You want to slang crack, or hold tecs, and do the
You make loot, when your moms is smokin' up the product
I try to ya, don't let these streets fuckin' fail ya
The way niggaz be gettin' clapped shit'll fuckin' 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 niggaz
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 p's, so when I get out, he can see me
For real, 'cause the streets is with snakes and rats
The snake will be that bitch and that rat 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 and erase your taste
Disgrace your put your title to waste
lyrical grace, from a place called wild
Illadelph Isle Pensy, the residency
in currency, my pockets never empty
Some cats, believe they MC but we they all fraud
Do a in Philly niggaz wouldn't applaud
Nobody know your record nor who you for
Can tell your squad's artificial approachin' the door
So you prepare, for lyrical terror that's pure
up to the reservoir, of the soul proprietor style
Messiah or, the higher law down with Raw
The matador, connoisseur
Stompin' whatever you to the floor
Similar to of a dinosaur
I told you I'm the rap
You to imitate, what for?
niggaz is ten percent real, ninety percent invented
For a fuckin' record
Comin' somethin' veterans can't feel
I hit you like a anvil
Because you grafted off the next skill
But still I mellow, seein' the theatrics of Othello
Run over of the
fess
The cats is felonious (word)

Dice Raw the juvenile corner store terrorist
Block trooper, connoisseur of fine
Focus weak, blow up the spot like plastique
Leave a nigga shook, to the point, he won't
half-assed, always live and direct
On bitches try to punk smell the and raw sex
Mad lights I had to black out, fake niggaz act out
Or out of place, they get slapped in they face
All y'all niggaz is fake, tryin' to my style
grown 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 and had bad dreams
Of horrifying things, that your ass never seen
You to the realm of Dice Raw
Where clones get they dome blown chrome microphones
It's not your fault black, just the fact you wasn't
You'll through this like a smurf
I got you rollin' stop off the
Represent while I been this since birth
And I be the last but I definitely was the first
Dice Raw big car Logan's Isle

Don't come across that line or pay a
Knuckle games and hammer cocked ain't sweet or soft
Win or draw to the jaw take one
Deranger launcher, or station
No conversation is needed, my task
Read a nigga up and down in the cut where I'm
Snatch you from your of cannabis you ignoramuses
You laid on your lap, when I your glamorous
Lifestyle, I banged your head up the white fowl
My character a product of two-one-fifth trife style
I breeze through areas niggaz would to walk in
Balance the talkin', that galactic style as of a
Your Trek ass will wrinkle
Spill these words and form a sprinkle
Cap you're brought up and the of twinkle
My insight will crack the windpipe of y'all
Whether small, middle-sized, or niggaz
Just tie your next when I start to X
Givin out flex pains of so fuck a raincheck
The insane vet, you ganked the brain wet
You proceed to lame check, the of same sex
I annihilate your type if you
Makin' your blood rush, you post a higher rate