Luyện nghe bài hát Come Clean

You wanna front, what, jump up and get
If you're feeling lucky then press your luck
I snatch fake gangster MCs and make 'em faggot
nine spray, my mind spray
Malignant that'll leave comp defunkt
The result's your remains stuffed in a car
You couldn't come to the of the East popping that yang
You survive get live catching wreck is our thing
I don't gang bang or out bang bang
The lyrics the only dope I slang
I'm a master you can check my credentials
Cause I choose to use my potential
Got a freaky, freaky, freaky flow
the mic like Fidel Castro locked Cuba
So deep that you can't dive
My jive's is unknown like the Jubas
accumulated honeys all across the map
Cause I'd bust a nut than bust a cap
In your back in fact my rap snaps sacroilliac
I'm the mack so I don't to tote a Mac
My attack is purely mental and its not hate
It's meant to wake ya up out of brainwashed state
Stagnate nonsense, for if you
You'll get your bust you press up on this
I flip, hoes dip, of the real niggas skip
You don't know math to count the mics that I've ripped
Peep the Dirty Rotten scamp as his verbal weapons

Oh-oh! up cause we're dropping some shit!

Real, rough and rugged, shine like a nugget
Every I pick up the microphone I drug it
it on chumps with the gangster babble
Leave your nines at home and bring skills to the battle
rattling on and on and ain't saying nothing
That's why you got snuffed when you bumped heads with Rotten
Have you forgotten, I'll tap jaw
I kick like kung fu flicks by Run Run Shaw
Made frauds every time I g'd
Cause perfected my drunken style like Sam Seed
Pseudo psychos, I play like Michael
When I'm busting ass and breaking
the putrified aroma
Breathe too and you'll wind up coma
Toast the king I'm hard like a of vodka
And bring your clique cause I'm a rock knocker
I gotcha out on a limb about to push you off the
Let you draw your chronz but your shot blanks
When the East is in the house you should come

Oh-oh! Heads up cause dropping some shit!

Fly like a jet, like a hornet
Knuckleheads get and set it off if you want it
Dirty Rotten is crushing fools no joke
With styles more fatal than hand smoke
Don't provoke the of this rhyme inventor
Cause I up spots like the World Trade Center
Come the super trooper on his assault mission
The tek's technique he's a technician
he'll go away won't help the weapons stop
The skills are shot cause any can let off a Glock
Hard rock smelling the of the sun toucher
You claim you got on the streets, so what ya
Gonna do real niggas roll up on you
And you don't got your
Pull your Glock but you got the heart
You was webbed from the start
Bought a and didn't learn how to use it
Got lost in so you had to lose it
Just for you got that ass whipped

Oh-oh! Heads up cause we're some shit!