Luyện nghe bài hát Frankenstein

Frankenstein!

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!

So what if I use jumper cables to kick start this
And his brother in this music of street smarts?
Bitch, we doing this since '93
10 years in this so called
What I see is so many stars sucking
What we be is something truly 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 is my property, painted up or not
a mask, whatever I have or have 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 that we've obtained
no plaques covering my wall with my name
But my growing family is spreading in mass
to scare the shit 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 don't notice
Frankenstein!

People, the panic's kinda wide
I'm shedding skins chameleons just to keep up my disguises
Now I'm hearing that this is the only reason 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 maybe you will
This ain't a game, and I a clone, it ain't the fame it's the microphone
And all the family obtained over the years who representing for the same fears
You hating 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 just looking to side, so don't about the haters, you just 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 of a mastamind
This face, this soul, this is mine
But ya'll notice
Frankenstein!

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

Frankenstein!

[Colton
If they're both clones, what the am I?
A painted body soaked in clone's formaldehyde?
Known to sway your eye and straight out teeth
And bring the heat to zone, leaving ya to smoke in the street
Knocking the beats, the throw, knocking your door off the hinges
Fuck you and all you haters laying on the floor
Fuck what you know, I play a 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 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 is bad for your health
And you can put it on my casket and my fan
40, these nuts, and our painted faces

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