Luyện nghe bài hát Frankenstein

Frankenstein!

I'm not a clone, I'm a
Created through the of a mastamind
This face, soul, this rhyme is mine
But ya'll notice
Frankenstein!

So what if I use jumper cables to start this retard
And his in this music game of street smarts?
Bitch, we been doing this '93
10 years in so called industry
What I see is so many stars dick
What we be is something that's truly flipping the
What ya'll is only what they provide you with
A song is a song even if you it a hit
My face is my property, up or not
Wearing a mask, whatever I have or not
We come as an extension of who I be, ain't writing raps for me
And basically we put in mad work for the little we've obtained
no plaques covering my wall with my name
But my ever growing family is spreading in
Enough to scare the shit out of your hating ass
And you still wanna me a clone?

buzzing]

"We've done it..."

x2]
I'm not a clone, I'm a
Created through the of a mastamind
This face, this soul, rhyme is mine
But don't notice
Frankenstein!

People, the kinda wide spread
I'm shedding like chameleons just to keep up my disguises
Now I'm hearing that this is the only reason that the play me
But really hate me when my make-up's off
You soft, goo
And I'ma put it in the of the B.I., then maybe you will realize
This ain't a game, and I ain't a clone, it ain't the fame the microphone
And all the family I've obtained over the years who for the same fears
You keep and disrespecting
Violent J put us up on the grind and "You gotta keep an axe in your waist at all times, and it's a whole lot of people
that's looking to side, so don't worry about the haters, you just bring it from withinside."
So this soul, this song, this rhyme, is the of your very own Frankenstein

x2]
I'm not a clone, I'm a
Created through the of a mastamind
This face, soul, this rhyme is mine
But ya'll notice
Frankenstein!

"If it's blown up, you'll see that good, and multiplied! Good, but it's.."

Frankenstein!

[Colton
If they're clones, what the fuck am I?
A painted dead body soaked in clone's
Known to sway eye and straight knock out teeth
And bring the heat to your zone, ya to smoke in the street
the beats, knocking the throw, knocking your door off the hinges
Fuck you bitches and all you haters on the floor
Fuck you know, I play a base for a haters domes and telephone poles because I'm out cold
the undying, Blaze ya dead, you know the rest
And it's a mothafucking shame to catch a bullet in your
For some shit you said you was high and thugging
Light a gas in your face, and look who saying nothing
You's a fake yourself, and fuck your
And fucking with a Frankenstein is bad for health
And you can put it on my and my fan bases
This 40, these nuts, and our painted

x2]
I'm not a clone, I'm a
Created the visions of a mastamind
This face, soul, this rhyme is mine
But ya'll don't
Frankenstein!