Luyện nghe bài hát Clones

Yeah, to all the Jim Carrey ass large
KnowhatI'msayin? co-op, what the fuck?
To the clones, we bless the
Blow the vial, you know my style, large
all the way son

First of all let's about these ill capers
And fly ass frontin' bitches that now caught
Niggaz run up on you with guns, papers
Outlined chalk, is how they would scrape ya
From off the pavement, I hate locked up
Cause that upstate bus reminds me of the ships
But the bible never saved shit
I that's why every juvenile is in the same predicament
You want to slang crack, or hold tecs, and do the
You can't make loot, when your moms is up the product
I try to tell ya, don't let these fuckin' fail ya
The way niggaz be clapped shit'll fuckin' scare ya
But in the dark, we ran wild, so we 'em
Niggaz scared, can't still, like fuckin' helium
Fake niggaz, don't go platinum they go aluminum
Got em cloned the fuck up son, that's why we em
I'm at this niggaz longevity
To a big play, but then it might be a mistake
Cause if I get to D.C., I'm sendin' Dice to DE
three p's, so when I get out, he can see me
For real, 'cause the streets is with snakes and rats
The snake be that bitch and that rat will be that cool cat
With swollen pockets we gonna take you home
Master Allah Savior, never clone

Yo, I use the mic to slap you in the face and erase taste
Disgrace your date put title to waste
Dominant lyrical grace, from a place wild
Illadelph Pensy, that's the residency
Consist in currency, my pockets never
Some cats, believe MC but we know they all fraud
Do a show in Philly wouldn't applaud
Nobody know your record nor who you for
Can your squad's artificial while approachin' the door
So you should prepare, for lyrical terror that's
Step up to the reservoir, of the proprietor style
Messiah or, the law down with Dice Raw
The matador, connoisseur
Stompin' whatever you build to the
Similar to of a dinosaur
I told you I'm the rap
You to imitate, what for?
Superstar niggaz is ten percent real, percent invented
For a fuckin' record
with somethin' veterans can't feel
I hit you a steel anvil
Because you grafted off the next skill
But I remain mellow, seein' the theatrics of Othello
Run tactics of the
fess
The cats is felonious (word)

Dice Raw the juvenile lyricist store terrorist
Block trooper, connoisseur of fine
Focus weak, blow up the spot like plastique
a nigga shook, to the point, he won't speak
Never half-assed, always and direct
On bitches try to punk smell the and raw sex
Mad lights I had to out, when fake niggaz act out
Or step out of place, they get in they face
All niggaz is fake, tryin' to emulate my style
What grown In this game, to me you're a child
I trained wack MC's, in like ex-marines
Why the you think you went home and had bad dreams
Of horrifying things, that your ass never before?
You to the realm of Dice Raw
clones get they dome blown with chrome microphones
It's not your fault black, just the fact you wasn't
You'll come through this like a
I got you rollin' off the earth
Represent while I been like since birth
And I won't be the but I definitely was the first
Raw big car Logan's Isle sol-dier

Don't across that line or pay a cost
Knuckle games and cocked ain't nothing sweet or soft
Win lose or draw to the jaw one
Deranger lyrical launcher, or
No conversation is needed, my completed
Read a nigga up and down in the cut where I'm
Snatch you your cloud of cannabis you ignoramuses
You laid on lap, when I attack your glamorous
Lifestyle, I banged your head up the white fowl
My character a product of this trife style
I breeze through areas niggaz would to walk in
Balance the talkin', galactic style as of a falcon
Your Star Trek ass will
Spill words and form into a sprinkle
Cap you're brought up and the of twinkle
My insight will crack the windpipe of y'all
small, middle-sized, or tall niggaz
Just tie your name next I start to X
Givin out flex pains of death so a raincheck
The insane vet, whether you the brain wet
You proceed to lame check, the of same sex
I annihilate type if you violate
Makin' your blood rush, you never a higher rate