Luyện nghe bài hát Come Clean

You wanna front, what, jump up and get
If you're feeling duck then press your luck
I snatch fake gangster MCs and 'em faggot flambé
Your nine spray, my spray
Malignant that'll leave comp defunkt
The result's your stuffed in a car trunk
You couldn't come to the jungles of the East popping that
You won't survive get live wreck is our thing
I don't gang bang or shoot out bang
The lyrics the only dope I slang
I'm a true you can check 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 can't scuba
My jive's is unknown like the Jubas
accumulated honeys all across the map
Cause I'd rather bust a nut bust a cap
In your back in my rap snaps your sacroilliac
I'm the mack so I don't need to 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
You'll get your bust you press up on this
I flip, dip, none of the real niggas skip
You don't enough math to count the mics that I've ripped
Peep the Rotten scamp as his verbal weapons spit

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

Real, rough and rugged, like a gold nugget
Every I pick up the microphone I drug it
Unplug it on chumps with the babble
Leave your nines at home and your skills to the battle
You're rattling on and on and ain't saying
That's why you got when you bumped heads with Dirty Rotten
you forgotten, I'll tap your jaw
I also kick like fu flicks by Run Run Shaw
frauds bleed every time I g'd
Cause I've perfected my drunken style like Sam
Pseudo psychos, I like Michael Jackson
I'm busting ass and breaking backs
Inhale the putrified
Breathe too deep and you'll wind up
Toast the I'm hard like a fifth of vodka
And bring your clique cause I'm a hard knocker
I gotcha out on a about to push 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! up cause we're dropping some shit!

Fly a jet, sting like a hornet
Knuckleheads get live and set it off if you it
Dirty Scoundrels is crushing fools no joke
With styles more fatal than second smoke
provoke the wrath of this rhyme inventor
Cause I up spots like the World Trade Center
Come with the super trooper on his assault
The tek's cause he's a technician
Wishing he'll go away won't help the stop
The are shot cause any idiot can let off a Glock
Hard rock smelling the clutch of the sun
You claim you got on the streets, so what ya
Gonna do real niggas roll up on you
And you got your crew
Pull your Glock but you got the heart
You was webbed straight from the
Bought a tool and 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!