Luyện nghe bài hát Frankenstein

Frankenstein!

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!

So what if I use jumper cables to start this retard
And his brother in this music game of smarts?
Bitch, we been this since '93
10 years in this so called
What I see is so many sucking dick
What we be is something that's flipping the script
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 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 ever family is spreading in mass
Enough to scare the shit out of your playa ass
And you still wanna me a clone?

buzzing]

"We've finally it..."

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

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

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

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

Frankenstein!

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

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