Luyện nghe bài hát Frankenstein

Frankenstein!

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

So what if I use cables to kick start this 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 dick
What we be is something truly flipping the script
What ya'll know is only they provide you with
A song is a song even if you it a hit
My is my property, painted up or not
Wearing a mask, whatever I have or 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 little that we've
Ain't no plaques covering my wall with my
But my ever growing family is spreading in
Enough to scare the shit out of your playa ass
And you wanna call me a clone?

buzzing]

"We've finally it..."

x2]
I'm not a clone, I'm a
Created through the 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 like chameleons just to keep up my
Now I'm hearing that this is the only reason that the play me
But really hate me when my make-up's off
You soft, goo
And I'ma put it in the words of the B.I., then 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 hating 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
just looking to side, so don't worry about the haters, you just bring it from withinside."
So soul, this song, this rhyme, is the soul of your very own Frankenstein

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

"If it's 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 dead body soaked in clone's
Known to your eye and straight knock out teeth
And the heat to your zone, leaving ya to smoke in the street
Knocking the beats, knocking the throw, knocking door off the hinges
Fuck you bitches and all you haters on the floor
Fuck what you know, I a base for a haters domes and telephone poles because I'm out cold
Colton the undying, Blaze ya dead, you know the
And it's a mothafucking shame to a bullet in your chest
For some you said when you was high and thugging
Light a gas in your face, and look who saying nothing
a fake yourself, and fuck your wealth
And with a Frankenstein is bad for your health
And you can put it on my and my fan bases
This 40, these nuts, and our painted

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!