Luyện nghe bài hát Frankenstein

Frankenstein!

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

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

buzzing]

"We've finally it..."

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

People, the panic's kinda wide
I'm shedding like chameleons just to keep up my disguises
Now I'm hearing that this is the reason that the people play me
But they really hate me when my 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 the fame it's the microphone
And all the family I've obtained over the years who representing for the same
You keep hating and
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 people
that's just to side, so don't worry about the haters, you just bring it from withinside."
So this soul, this song, this rhyme, is the soul of your very own

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

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

Frankenstein!

[Colton
If they're both clones, the fuck am I?
A dead body soaked in clone's formaldehyde?
Known to sway your eye and straight knock out
And bring the heat to your zone, leaving ya to smoke in the
Knocking the beats, knocking the throw, knocking your door off the
Fuck you and all you haters laying on the floor
Fuck what you know, I play a base for a haters domes and poles because I'm out cold
Colton the undying, Blaze ya dead, you 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 your wealth
And fucking with a Frankenstein is bad for your
And you can put it on my and my fan bases
This 40, these nuts, and our faces

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 notice
Frankenstein!