Luyện nghe bài hát Come Clean

You front, what, jump up and get bucked
If you're feeling lucky duck then press luck
I snatch fake gangster MCs and 'em faggot flambé
Your spray, my mind spray
Malignant that'll leave comp defunkt
The result's remains stuffed in a car trunk
You couldn't come to the of the East popping that yang
You won't survive get catching wreck is our thing
I don't gang bang or out bang 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 flow
the mic like Fidel Castro locked Cuba
So that you can't scuba dive
My origin is unknown like the Jubas
I've honeys all across the map
Cause I'd rather bust a nut bust a cap
In your back in fact my rap snaps sacroilliac
I'm the mack so I don't need to a Mac
My is purely mental and its nature's not hate
It's meant to wake ya up out of brainwashed state
Stagnate nonsense, for if you
get your snotbox bust you press up on this
I flip, hoes dip, none of the real skip
You don't know enough to count the mics that I've ripped
Peep the Rotten scamp as his verbal weapons spit

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

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

Oh-oh! Heads up cause we're some 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 cause he's a technician
Wishing he'll go won't help the weapons stop
The skills are cause any idiot can let off a Glock
rock smelling the clutch of the sun toucher
You claim you got on the streets, so what ya
Gonna do when real niggas up on you
And you don't got crew
your Glock but you don't got the heart
You was webbed straight from the
Bought a tool and learn how to use it
Got lost in Brooklyn so you had to it
Just for fronting you got that ass

Oh-oh! Heads up cause dropping some shit!