Luyện nghe bài hát Frankenstein

Frankenstein!

I'm not a clone, I'm a
Created through the visions of a
This face, this soul, this rhyme is
But ya'll don't
Frankenstein!

So what if I use jumper to kick start this retard
And his brother in this music game of smarts?
Bitch, we been doing this '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 know is only what they provide you with
A song is a song if you call it a hit
My face is my property, up or not
Wearing a mask, I have or have not
We come as an extension of who I be, ain't writing raps for me
And basically we put in mad work for the that we've obtained
Ain't no covering my wall with my name
But my ever growing family is spreading in
Enough to the shit out of your playa hating ass
And you still wanna me a clone?

buzzing]

"We've done it..."

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 don't
Frankenstein!

People, the kinda wide spread
I'm shedding like chameleons just to keep up my disguises
Now I'm that this is the only reason that the people play me
But they really 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
ain't 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 representing for the 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 to side, so don't worry about the haters, you just bring it from withinside."
So this soul, this song, rhyme, is the soul of your very own Frankenstein

x2]
I'm not a clone, I'm a
Created through the visions of a
This face, this soul, this rhyme is
But ya'll don't
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 painted dead body in clone's formaldehyde?
Known to your 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 door off the hinges
you bitches and all you haters laying on the floor
Fuck what you know, I play a base for a haters domes and telephone because I'm out cold
Colton the undying, Blaze ya dead, you know the
And it's a shame to catch a bullet in your chest
For some you said when you was high and thugging
a gas in your face, and look who ain't saying 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
40, these nuts, and our painted faces

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!