Luyện nghe bài hát Clones

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

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

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

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

Don't come across that line or pay a
games and hammer cocked ain't nothing sweet or soft
Win lose or to the jaw take one
lyrical launcher, or station
No conversation is needed, my task
Read a nigga up and down in the cut I'm seated
Snatch you from your cloud of cannabis you
You on your lap, when I attack your glamorous
Lifestyle, I banged your head up with the white
My character a product of two-one-fifth trife style
I breeze areas niggaz would fear to walk in
Balance the talkin', that galactic style as of a
Your Star ass will wrinkle
Spill these and form into a sprinkle
Cap you're up and the name of twinkle
My insight will crack the windpipe of y'all
Whether small, middle-sized, or niggaz
tie your name next when I start to X
Givin out pains of death so fuck a raincheck
The insane vet, whether you ganked the wet
You proceed to lame check, the of same sex
I annihilate your if you violate
Makin' your blood rush, you never a higher rate