Luyện nghe bài hát Come Clean

You wanna front, what, jump up and get
If feeling lucky duck then press your luck
I snatch fake gangster MCs and make 'em flambé
nine spray, my mind spray
Malignant mist leave comp defunkt
The result's your remains stuffed in a car
You come to the jungles of the East popping that yang
You survive get live catching wreck is our thing
I don't bang or shoot out bang bang
The relentless lyrics the only I slang
I'm a master you can check my credentials
Cause I to use my infinite potential
Got a freaky, freaky, freaky flow
Control the mic like Castro locked Cuba
So deep you can't scuba dive
My origin is unknown like the Jubas
I've accumulated all across the map
Cause I'd rather bust a nut than a cap
In your in fact my rap snaps your sacroilliac
I'm the mack so I don't need to a Mac
My attack is mental and its nature's not hate
It's meant to wake ya up out of your brainwashed
nonsense, for if you persist
You'll get your snotbox bust you up on this
I flip, hoes dip, none of the real niggas
You don't know math to count the mics that I've ripped
the Dirty Rotten scamp as his verbal weapons spit

Oh-oh! Heads up cause we're dropping 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 your skills to the
You're rattling on and on and ain't nothing
That's why you got snuffed when you bumped heads with Dirty
Have you forgotten, tap your jaw
I also kick kung fu flicks by Run Run Shaw
Made bleed every time I g'd
I've perfected my drunken style like Sam Seed
Pseudo psychos, I play Michael Jackson
I'm busting ass and breaking backs
Inhale the putrified
Breathe too deep and you'll wind up
Toast the king I'm hard like a fifth of
And bring your clique cause I'm a hard rock
I gotcha out on a limb to push you off the plank
Let you draw your chronz but your shot blanks
When the East is in the you should come equipped

Oh-oh! up cause 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 crushing no joke
With styles more fatal than second hand
provoke the wrath of this rhyme inventor
Cause I blow up spots like the World Center
Come with the super trooper on his mission
The tek's technique cause he's a
Wishing go away won't help the weapons stop
The skills are shot cause any can let off a Glock
Hard rock smelling the of the sun toucher
You you got beef on the streets, so what ya
Gonna do when niggas roll up on you
And you don't got crew
Pull your Glock but you don't got the
You was webbed straight 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! up cause we're dropping some shit!