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 make 'em faggot
nine spray, my mind spray
Malignant mist leave comp defunkt
The your remains stuffed in a car trunk
You come to the jungles of the East popping that yang
You survive get live catching wreck is our thing
I don't gang or shoot out bang bang
The relentless lyrics the dope I slang
I'm a true master you can my credentials
Cause I to use my infinite potential
Got a freaky, freaky, freaky flow
Control the mic like Fidel Castro Cuba
So deep that you scuba dive
My jive's origin is unknown like the
I've accumulated honeys all the map
Cause I'd rather bust a nut bust a cap
In your back in fact my rap snaps your
I'm the mack so I need to tote a Mac
My attack is purely mental and its nature's not
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, dip, none of the real niggas skip
You don't know enough math to the mics that I've ripped
Peep the Rotten scamp as his verbal weapons spit

Oh-oh! Heads up cause dropping some shit!

Real, rough and rugged, shine like a gold
Every time I pick up the I drug it
Unplug it on chumps with the 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 you bumped heads with Dirty Rotten
Have you forgotten, tap your jaw
I also like kung fu flicks by Run Run Shaw
frauds bleed every time I g'd
Cause I've my drunken style like Sam Seed
psychos, I play like Michael Jackson
When I'm busting ass and breaking
Inhale the putrified
Breathe too deep and wind up coma
the king I'm hard like a fifth of vodka
And bring your clique I'm a hard rock knocker
I gotcha out on a limb about to push you off the
Let you draw your chronz but your burner blanks
When the East is in the house you should equipped

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

Fly like a jet, like a hornet
Knuckleheads get live and set it off if you it
Dirty Rotten Scoundrels is fools no joke
With styles more fatal than hand smoke
Don't the wrath of this rhyme inventor
Cause I blow up like the World Trade Center
Come with the super trooper on his mission
The tek's cause he's a technician
Wishing he'll go away 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 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 straight 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 some shit!