Luyện nghe bài hát Frankenstein

Frankenstein!

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

So what if I use jumper cables to start this retard
And his in this music game of street smarts?
Bitch, we been 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 know is only what provide you with
A is a song even if you call it a hit
My is my property, painted up or not
Wearing a mask, I have or have not
We come as an of who I be, ain't nobody writing raps for me
And we put in mad work for the little that we've obtained
Ain't no plaques covering my wall with my
But my growing family is spreading in mass
to scare the shit out of your playa hating ass
And you still wanna me a clone?

[Electricity

"We've done it..."

x2]
I'm not a clone, I'm a
Created through the of a mastamind
This face, this soul, rhyme is mine
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 hearing that this is the only reason 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 realize
This ain't a game, and I ain't a clone, it ain't the fame the microphone
And all the family I've obtained over the years who 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 waist at all times, and it's a 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, this rhyme, is the soul of your own Frankenstein

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

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

Frankenstein!

[Colton
If they're both clones, the fuck am I?
A dead body soaked in clone's formaldehyde?
Known to sway your eye and straight knock out
And bring the to your 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 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 to catch a bullet in your chest
For some shit you said when you was high and
Light a gas in face, and look who ain't saying nothing
You's a yourself, and fuck your wealth
And fucking a Frankenstein is bad for your health
And you can put it on my casket and my fan
This 40, these nuts, and our faces

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