Luyện nghe bài hát Come Clean

You wanna front, what, jump up and get
If you're lucky duck then press your luck
I snatch fake gangster MCs and 'em faggot flambé
nine spray, my mind spray
Malignant that'll leave comp defunkt
The your remains stuffed in a car trunk
You couldn't come to the jungles of the East popping yang
You won't survive get live catching wreck is our
I gang bang or shoot 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 freaky
the mic like Fidel Castro locked Cuba
So that you can't scuba dive
My origin is unknown like the Jubas
accumulated honeys all across the map
Cause I'd bust a nut than bust a cap
In your in fact my rap snaps your sacroilliac
I'm the so I don't need to tote 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
get your snotbox bust you press up on this
I flip, hoes dip, none of the niggas skip
You know enough math to count the mics that I've ripped
Peep the Dirty scamp as his verbal weapons spit

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

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

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

Fly like a jet, like a hornet
get live and set it off if you want it
Dirty Rotten Scoundrels is crushing no joke
With styles more than second hand smoke
Don't provoke the wrath of this inventor
I blow up spots like the World Trade Center
Come with the super trooper on his mission
The tek's technique he's a technician
Wishing he'll go won't help the weapons stop
The skills are shot any idiot can let off a Glock
Hard rock the clutch 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 crew
Pull your but you don't got the heart
You was webbed straight from the
a tool and didn't learn how to use it
Got lost in so you had to lose it
Just for fronting you got that ass

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