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 in this music game of street smarts?
Bitch, we been doing this '93
10 in this so called industry
What I see is so many sucking dick
we be is something that's truly flipping the script
What ya'll know is only what they provide you
A song is a even 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 nobody writing for me
And basically we put in mad work for the little that obtained
Ain't no plaques covering my wall my name
But my ever growing family is in mass
Enough to scare the shit out of your hating ass
And you still wanna call me a

[Electricity

"We've done it..."

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

People, the panic's kinda spread
I'm shedding skins like chameleons just to 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 of the B.I., then maybe you will 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 who representing 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 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 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 the visions of a mastamind
This face, this soul, this rhyme is
But don't notice
Frankenstein!

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

Frankenstein!

[Colton
If they're both clones, what the am I?
A dead body soaked in clone's formaldehyde?
Known to sway your eye and straight out teeth
And bring the to your zone, leaving ya to smoke in the street
Knocking the beats, knocking the throw, 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 haters and telephone poles 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 shit you said when you was and thugging
Light a gas in your face, and look who ain't saying
a fake 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 through the of a mastamind
This face, this soul, this is mine
But ya'll notice
Frankenstein!