Luyện nghe bài hát Frankenstein

Frankenstein!

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

So what if I use jumper cables to kick start retard
And his brother in this music game of street
Bitch, we been doing this '93
10 years in so called industry
What I see is so many stars sucking
What we be is something that's truly flipping the
What know 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 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 ever growing is spreading in mass
Enough to scare the shit out of playa hating 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
face, this soul, this rhyme is mine
But don't notice
Frankenstein!

People, the panic's wide spread
I'm shedding skins like chameleons to keep up my disguises
Now I'm hearing that is the only reason that the people play me
But they really me when my make-up's off
You soft, goo
And put it in the words 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 for the same fears
You keep hating and
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 just bring it withinside."
So this soul, this song, this rhyme, is the soul of very own Frankenstein

x2]
I'm not a clone, I'm a
through the visions of a mastamind
This face, this soul, this rhyme is
But ya'll notice
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 painted body soaked in clone's formaldehyde?
Known to sway your eye and 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 what you know, I play a base for a domes and telephone poles because I'm out cold
the undying, Blaze 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 and my fan bases
This 40, nuts, and our painted faces

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!