Luyện nghe bài hát Come Clean

You wanna front, what, jump up and get
If you're feeling duck then press your luck
I snatch fake gangster MCs and make 'em faggot
Your spray, my mind spray
Malignant mist that'll comp defunkt
The result's your remains stuffed in a car
You couldn't to the jungles of the East popping that yang
You won't survive get live catching wreck is our
I don't gang bang or shoot out bang
The relentless the only dope I slang
I'm a true you can check my credentials
Cause I choose to use my infinite
Got a freaky, freaky, freaky freaky
Control the mic like Fidel Castro locked
So deep that you can't dive
My jive's origin is unknown 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 your sacroilliac
I'm the mack so I don't need to a Mac
My attack is purely mental and its not hate
meant to wake ya up out of your brainwashed state
Stagnate nonsense, for if you
You'll get snotbox bust you press up on this
I flip, hoes dip, none of the niggas skip
You don't know enough math to count the that I've ripped
Peep the Dirty scamp as his verbal weapons spit

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

Real, rough and rugged, like a gold nugget
Every time I pick up the I drug it
Unplug it on with the gangster babble
Leave your nines at home and your skills to the battle
You're on and on and ain't saying nothing
That's why you got snuffed when you bumped heads with Dirty
Have you forgotten, tap your jaw
I also kick like fu flicks by Run Run Shaw
Made frauds bleed time I g'd
Cause I've my drunken style like Sam Seed
Pseudo psychos, I play like Michael
When I'm busting ass and backs
Inhale the putrified
too deep and you'll wind up coma
Toast the king I'm hard like a of vodka
And bring your clique I'm a hard rock knocker
I gotcha out on a about to push you off the plank
Let you draw your chronz but your burner shot
When the East is in the house you should come

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

Fly like a jet, sting a hornet
Knuckleheads get and set it off if you want it
Rotten Scoundrels is crushing fools no joke
With styles more than second hand smoke
Don't provoke the wrath of rhyme inventor
Cause I blow up spots the World Trade Center
Come with the trooper on his assault mission
The technique cause he's a technician
Wishing he'll go away won't help the stop
The skills are shot cause any idiot can let off a
rock smelling the clutch of the sun toucher
You claim you got beef on the streets, so ya
Gonna do real niggas roll up on you
And you don't got crew
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 Brooklyn so you had to it
Just for you got that ass whipped

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