Luyện nghe bài hát Frankenstein

Frankenstein!

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

So what if I use jumper cables to kick start this
And his brother in music game of street smarts?
Bitch, we been doing this '93
10 years in this so called
What I see is so many stars sucking
What we be is something that's truly flipping the
ya'll know is only what they provide you with
A song is a song if you call it a hit
My face is my property, up or not
Wearing a mask, whatever I have or not
We as an extension of who I be, ain't nobody writing raps for me
And basically we put in mad work for the little that obtained
Ain't no plaques covering my with my name
But my growing family is spreading in mass
Enough to scare the shit out of playa hating ass
And you wanna call me a clone?

buzzing]

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

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

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

Frankenstein!

[Colton
If they're clones, what the fuck am I?
A painted dead body soaked in formaldehyde?
to sway your eye and straight knock out teeth
And the heat to your zone, leaving ya to smoke in the street
Knocking the beats, the throw, knocking your door off the hinges
Fuck you bitches and all you laying on the floor
what you know, I play a base for a haters domes and telephone poles because I'm out cold
Colton the undying, ya dead, you know the rest
And it's a mothafucking shame to a bullet in your chest
For some shit you said when you was and thugging
a gas in your face, and look who ain't saying nothing
You's a fake yourself, and fuck your
And fucking a Frankenstein is bad for your health
And you can put it on my and my fan bases
40, these nuts, and our painted faces

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