Luyện nghe bài hát Come Clean

You wanna front, what, up and get bucked
If you're feeling duck then press your luck
I snatch fake gangster MCs and 'em faggot flambé
nine spray, my mind spray
Malignant mist that'll leave comp
The your remains stuffed in a car trunk
You couldn't to the jungles of the East popping that yang
You won't survive get live wreck is our thing
I don't gang bang or shoot out bang
The relentless the only dope I slang
I'm a true you can check my credentials
Cause I choose to use my potential
Got a freaky, freaky, freaky freaky
Control the mic like Fidel Castro locked
So that you can't scuba dive
My jive's origin is unknown like the
I've accumulated 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 your brainwashed
Stagnate nonsense, for if you
You'll get your snotbox bust you press up on
I flip, hoes dip, none of the real niggas
You don't know enough math to count the mics that I've
Peep the Dirty Rotten scamp as his verbal weapons

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

Real, rough and rugged, shine like a nugget
Every I pick up the microphone I drug it
Unplug it on chumps with the babble
Leave your nines at home and bring skills to the battle
You're rattling on and on and saying nothing
That's why you got when you bumped 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 play like Jackson
When I'm busting ass and backs
Inhale the aroma
too deep and you'll wind up coma
Toast the 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 push you off the
Let you draw your chronz but your burner blanks
When the East is in the you should come equipped

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

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

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