Luyện nghe bài hát Frankenstein

Frankenstein!

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

So if I use jumper cables to kick start this retard
And his brother in this music game of smarts?
Bitch, we doing this since '93
10 years in so called industry
What I see is so many sucking dick
What we be is that's truly flipping the script
What ya'll know is only what they provide you
A song is a song even if you it a hit
My face is my property, 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 little that we've
Ain't no plaques covering my wall with my
But my ever growing family is spreading in
Enough to 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
Created the visions of a mastamind
This face, this soul, this rhyme is
But ya'll notice
Frankenstein!

People, the panic's kinda spread
I'm shedding skins chameleons just to keep up my disguises
Now I'm hearing that this is the only 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 will
This 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 hating and
Violent J put us up on the grind and "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
face, this soul, this rhyme is mine
But ya'll don't
Frankenstein!

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

Frankenstein!

[Colton
If they're both clones, the fuck am I?
A painted dead body 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, the throw, knocking your door off the hinges
Fuck you bitches and all you haters on the floor
Fuck you know, I play a base for a haters domes and telephone poles because I'm out cold
the undying, Blaze ya dead, you know the rest
And a mothafucking shame to catch a bullet in your chest
For some shit you said when you was and thugging
Light a gas in your face, and look who ain't nothing
You's a yourself, and fuck your wealth
And with a Frankenstein 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
through the visions of a mastamind
This face, this soul, this is mine
But ya'll notice
Frankenstein!