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 is mine
But ya'll notice
Frankenstein!

So what if I use jumper cables to start this retard
And his brother in this game of street smarts?
Bitch, we been doing since '93
10 years in this so called
What I see is so many stars sucking
What we be is something that's flipping the script
What ya'll know is what they provide you with
A is a song even 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, nobody writing raps for me
And basically we put in mad work for the that we've obtained
Ain't no plaques covering my with my name
But my ever growing family is spreading in
Enough to scare the shit out of playa hating ass
And you still call me a clone?

[Electricity

"We've done it..."

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

People, the panic's kinda wide
I'm shedding skins like chameleons to keep up my disguises
Now I'm hearing that this is the reason that the people play me
But they hate me when my make-up's off
You soft, goo
And I'ma put it in the words of the B.I., then maybe you realize
This a game, and I ain't a clone, it ain't the fame it's 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 said "You gotta keep an axe in your waist at all times, and 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, 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 don't notice
Frankenstein!

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

Frankenstein!

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

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