Luyện nghe bài hát Come Clean

You wanna front, what, up and get bucked
If feeling lucky duck then press your luck
I fake gangster MCs and make 'em faggot flambé
Your nine spray, my mind
Malignant that'll leave comp defunkt
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 catching wreck is our thing
I don't gang bang or out bang bang
The relentless lyrics the only I slang
I'm a true you can check my credentials
I choose to use my infinite potential
Got a freaky, freaky, freaky freaky
Control the mic like Castro locked Cuba
So deep that you scuba dive
My jive's origin is like the Jubas
I've accumulated honeys all 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 need to tote a Mac
My is purely mental and its nature's not hate
It's meant to ya up out of your brainwashed state
nonsense, for if you persist
You'll get snotbox bust you press up on this
I flip, hoes dip, of the real niggas skip
You don't know enough math to count the mics that ripped
Peep the Rotten scamp as his verbal weapons spit

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

Real, rough and rugged, shine like a gold
Every I pick up the microphone I drug it
Unplug it on chumps the gangster babble
your nines at home and bring your skills to the battle
You're rattling on and on and ain't saying
That's why you got snuffed when you bumped heads Dirty Rotten
you forgotten, I'll tap your jaw
I also kick like kung fu by Run Run Shaw
Made frauds bleed every I g'd
Cause perfected my drunken style like Sam Seed
psychos, I play like Michael Jackson
When I'm ass and breaking backs
Inhale the aroma
Breathe too deep and you'll wind up
Toast the I'm hard like a fifth of vodka
And your clique cause I'm a hard rock knocker
I gotcha out on a limb about to push you off the
Let you draw your but your burner shot blanks
the East is in the house you should come equipped

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

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

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