Luyện nghe bài hát Frankenstein

Frankenstein!

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

So what if I use jumper cables to kick start this
And his brother in this music of street smarts?
Bitch, we been doing this '93
10 in this so called industry
What I see is so many sucking dick
What we be is something truly flipping the script
What ya'll know is only what they you with
A song is a even if you call it a hit
My face is my property, up or not
Wearing a mask, whatever I have or not
We come as an of who I be, ain't nobody writing raps for me
And basically we put in mad work for the little 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 your hating ass
And you still call me a clone?

buzzing]

"We've done it..."

x2]
I'm not a clone, I'm a
Created the visions of a mastamind
This face, this soul, this is mine
But don't notice
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 reason that 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., maybe you will realize
This ain't a game, and I ain't a clone, it ain't the fame it's the
And all the family I've obtained the years who representing for the same fears
You hating 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 whole lot of
that's just looking to side, so worry about the haters, you just 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 visions of a
This face, soul, this rhyme is mine
But don't notice
Frankenstein!

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

Frankenstein!

[Colton
If they're clones, what the fuck am I?
A painted dead body soaked in formaldehyde?
Known to sway your eye and straight knock out
And bring the heat to your zone, ya to smoke in the street
Knocking the beats, knocking the throw, knocking your door off the
Fuck you and all you haters laying on the floor
Fuck what you know, I play a base for a haters domes and poles because I'm out cold
the undying, Blaze ya dead, you know the rest
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 who ain't saying nothing
You's a yourself, and fuck your wealth
And fucking with a is bad for your health
And you can put it on my casket and my fan
This 40, nuts, and our painted faces

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!