Luyện nghe bài hát Come Clean

You wanna front, what, jump up and get
If you're feeling lucky duck then press your
I snatch fake gangster MCs and make 'em faggot
Your nine spray, my spray
Malignant mist that'll comp defunkt
The result's your remains in a car trunk
You come to the jungles of the East popping that yang
You won't get live catching wreck is our thing
I don't gang bang or shoot out bang
The relentless lyrics the only dope I
I'm a master you can check my credentials
Cause I to use my infinite potential
Got a freaky, freaky, freaky freaky
Control the mic like Castro locked Cuba
So deep you can't scuba dive
My jive's origin is like the Jubas
accumulated honeys all across the map
Cause I'd rather bust a nut than 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 nature's not
It's meant to wake ya up out of your brainwashed
Stagnate nonsense, for if you
You'll get your snotbox bust you press up on
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 verbal spit

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

Real, and rugged, shine like a gold nugget
Every time I pick up the microphone I it
Unplug it on with the gangster babble
your nines at home and bring 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, I'll tap jaw
I also kick kung fu flicks by Run Run Shaw
Made frauds bleed time I g'd
Cause I've perfected my drunken like Sam Seed
Pseudo psychos, I play like Michael
When I'm busting ass and breaking
the putrified aroma
Breathe too deep and you'll wind up
Toast the king I'm hard a fifth of vodka
And your clique cause I'm a hard rock knocker
I gotcha out on a limb about to you off the plank
Let you your chronz but your burner shot blanks
When the East is in the house you should come

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

Fly like a jet, sting a hornet
Knuckleheads get live and set it off if you it
Dirty Rotten is crushing fools no joke
With styles more fatal than second smoke
provoke the wrath of this rhyme inventor
Cause I blow up like the World Trade Center
Come with the super trooper on his assault
The tek's technique cause he's a
Wishing he'll go away help the weapons stop
The skills are shot any idiot can let off a Glock
rock smelling the clutch of the sun toucher
You claim you got beef on the streets, so ya
Gonna do when real niggas up on you
And you don't got your
Pull your Glock but you don't got the
You was straight from the start
Bought a tool and didn't how to use it
Got lost in Brooklyn so you had to it
Just for you got that ass whipped

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