Luyện nghe bài hát Clones

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

First of all let's talk about ill capers
And fly ass frontin' bitches now caught vapors
run up on you with guns, snatchin' papers
Outlined body chalk, is how they scrape ya
off the pavement, I hate gettin' locked up
Cause upstate 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 make loot, when 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, 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 a big play, but then it might be a mistake
Cause if I get sent to D.C., I'm sendin' to DE
With p's, so when I get out, he can see me
For real, the streets is filled with snakes and rats
The snake will be that bitch and that rat be that cool cat
With pockets we gonna take you back home
Master Allah Rule Savior, never

Yo, I use the mic to slap you in the face and erase taste
Disgrace your date put title to waste
lyrical grace, from a place called wild
Illadelph Isle Pensy, that's the
Consist in currency, my pockets never
Some cats, believe they MC but we know they all
Do a in Philly niggaz 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 lyrical terror that's
Step up to the reservoir, of the proprietor style
Messiah or, the higher law with Dice Raw
The matador, shorty
Stompin' whatever you build to the
Similar to that of a
I told you I'm the rap
You insist to imitate, for?
Superstar is ten percent real, ninety percent invented
For a fuckin' deal
with somethin' veterans can't feel
I hit you like a anvil
Because you off the next man's skill
But I remain mellow, seein' the theatrics of Othello
Run over of the
See-L-O/N-E-S
The phoniest cats is (word)

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

Don't come across that line or pay a
Knuckle and hammer cocked ain't nothing sweet or soft
Win or draw to the jaw take one
lyrical launcher, or station
No is needed, my task completed
Read a nigga up and down in the cut I'm seated
Snatch you your cloud of cannabis you ignoramuses
You laid on your lap, when I attack glamorous
Lifestyle, I your head up with the white fowl
My character a product of two-one-fifth trife style
I breeze through areas niggaz would to walk in
Balance the talkin', that galactic as of a falcon
Your Star Trek ass wrinkle
Spill these words and form a sprinkle
Cap you're up and the name of twinkle
My insight will crack the windpipe of niggaz
small, middle-sized, or tall niggaz
Just tie name next when I start to X
out flex pains of death so fuck a raincheck
The insane vet, whether you ganked the wet
You to lame check, the opposite of same sex
I annihilate your if you violate
Makin' your blood rush, you post a higher rate