Luyện nghe bài hát Come Clean

You wanna front, what, up and get bucked
If you're feeling lucky duck then your luck
I fake gangster MCs and make 'em faggot flambé
Your nine spray, my mind
Malignant mist that'll comp defunkt
The result's your stuffed in a car trunk
You couldn't come to the jungles of the East popping that
You won't survive get catching wreck is our thing
I don't gang bang or shoot out bang
The relentless lyrics the dope I slang
I'm a true you can check my credentials
Cause I choose to use my infinite
Got a freaky, freaky, freaky flow
Control the mic like Fidel Castro locked
So deep that you scuba dive
My origin is unknown like the Jubas
I've honeys all across the map
I'd rather bust a nut than bust a cap
In your back in fact my rap your sacroilliac
I'm the mack so I need to tote a Mac
My is purely mental and its nature's not hate
It's meant to wake ya up out of your 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 know enough math to count the mics that I've ripped
Peep the Dirty Rotten scamp as his weapons spit

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

Real, rough and rugged, shine like a gold
Every I pick up the microphone I drug it
Unplug it on chumps the gangster babble
your nines at home and bring your skills to the battle
You're rattling on and on and saying nothing
That's why you got when you bumped heads with Dirty Rotten
Have you forgotten, I'll tap jaw
I also kick like kung fu by Run Run Shaw
frauds bleed every time I g'd
Cause I've perfected my drunken like Sam Seed
Pseudo psychos, I play Michael Jackson
When I'm ass and breaking backs
the putrified aroma
Breathe too deep and you'll wind up
Toast the I'm hard like a fifth of vodka
And bring your clique cause I'm a hard rock
I gotcha out on a limb to push you off the plank
Let you draw your chronz but your burner shot
When the East is in the house you should equipped

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

Fly a jet, sting like a hornet
get live and set it off if you want it
Dirty Rotten Scoundrels is crushing fools no
styles more fatal than second hand smoke
Don't provoke the wrath of rhyme inventor
Cause I up spots like the World Trade Center
Come with the trooper on his assault mission
The tek's technique he's a technician
Wishing he'll go away won't the weapons stop
The skills are shot any idiot can let off a Glock
rock smelling the clutch of the sun toucher
You you got beef on the streets, so what ya
Gonna do real niggas roll up on you
And you don't got your
your Glock but you don't got the heart
You was webbed from the start
Bought a tool and learn how to use it
Got in Brooklyn so you had to lose it
Just for fronting you got that ass

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