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 cables to kick start this
And his brother in this music game of street
Bitch, we been this since '93
10 years in 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 song even if you it a hit
My is my property, painted up or not
Wearing a mask, whatever I or have not
We come as an of who I be, ain't nobody writing raps for me
And basically we put in mad for the little that we've obtained
no plaques covering my wall with my name
But my ever growing family is in mass
Enough to scare the shit out of playa hating ass
And you still wanna me a clone?

[Electricity

"We've done it..."

x2]
I'm not a clone, I'm a
through the visions of a mastamind
This face, soul, this rhyme is mine
But ya'll don't
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 that the play me
But they really hate me my make-up's off
You soft, goo
And I'ma put it in the words of the B.I., then maybe you will
This a game, and I ain't a clone, it ain't the fame it's the microphone
And all the family obtained over 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 a whole lot of people
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 very own

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!

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

Frankenstein!

[Colton
If they're both clones, the fuck am I?
A painted dead soaked in clone's formaldehyde?
to sway your eye and straight knock out teeth
And bring the heat to your zone, leaving ya to in the street
the beats, knocking the throw, knocking your door off the hinges
Fuck you bitches and all you laying on the floor
Fuck what you know, I play a base for a haters domes and poles because I'm out cold
Colton the undying, Blaze ya dead, you know the
And it's a mothafucking shame to catch a bullet in chest
For shit you said when you was high and thugging
Light a gas in your face, and who ain't saying nothing
You's a fake yourself, and your wealth
And fucking with a Frankenstein is bad for 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 visions of a
face, this soul, this rhyme is mine
But ya'll notice
Frankenstein!