Luyện nghe bài hát Clones

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

First of all let's talk about these ill
And fly ass bitches that now caught vapors
run up on you with guns, snatchin' papers
Outlined chalk, is how they would scrape ya
From off the pavement, I hate locked up
Cause that bus reminds me of the slave ships
But the bible never saved shit
I guess that's why juvenile is in the same predicament
You to slang crack, or hold tecs, and do the concept
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
scared, can't stand still, like fuckin' helium
Fake niggaz, they don't go they go aluminum
Got em the fuck up son, that's why we losin em
I'm lookin' at this longevity
To make a big play, but then it be a mistake
Cause if I get to D.C., I'm sendin' Dice to DE
With p's, so when I get out, he can see me
For real, 'cause the streets is filled with and rats
The snake will be that bitch and that rat will be that cat
With swollen pockets we take you back home
Master Allah Rule Savior, clone

Yo, I use the mic to slap you in the face and your taste
Disgrace your date put your to waste
Dominant lyrical grace, from a place wild
Illadelph Isle Pensy, the residency
Consist in currency, my pockets empty
Some cats, believe they MC but we they all fraud
Do a show in Philly wouldn't applaud
Nobody know your nor who you openin' for
Can tell your squad's while approachin' the door
So you should prepare, for terror that's pure
up to the reservoir, of the soul proprietor style
Messiah or, the higher law down Dice Raw
The matador, connoisseur
Stompin' whatever you build to the
Similar to of a dinosaur
I you I'm the rap predator
You insist to imitate, what
Superstar niggaz is ten percent real, ninety invented
For a record deal
Comin' with veterans can't feel
I hit you like a anvil
Because you grafted off the next skill
But I remain mellow, seein' the theatrics of Othello
Run over of the
fess
The cats is felonious (word)

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

Don't come that line or pay a cost
games and hammer cocked ain't nothing sweet or soft
Win or draw to the jaw take one
Deranger launcher, or station
No is needed, my task completed
Read a nigga up and down in the cut where I'm
Snatch you from your of cannabis you ignoramuses
You laid on lap, when I attack your glamorous
Lifestyle, I banged head up with the white fowl
My character a of this two-one-fifth trife style
I breeze through areas niggaz fear to walk in
Balance the talkin', that style as of a falcon
Your Trek 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 niggaz
Whether small, middle-sized, or niggaz
tie your name next when I start to X
Givin out flex pains of death so a raincheck
The insane vet, whether you ganked the wet
You proceed to lame check, the opposite of sex
I annihilate type if you violate
your blood rush, you post never a higher rate