Luyện nghe bài hát Frankenstein

Frankenstein!

I'm not a clone, I'm a
Created through the of a mastamind
This face, this soul, this is mine
But ya'll notice
Frankenstein!

So if I use jumper cables to kick start this retard
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 stars dick
What we be is something truly flipping the script
What ya'll know is what they provide you with
A song is a song if you call it a hit
My face is my property, up or not
Wearing a mask, whatever I have or not
We as an extension of who I be, ain't nobody writing raps for me
And basically we put in mad work for the little that we've
Ain't no plaques my wall with my name
But my growing family is spreading in mass
Enough to scare the shit out of playa hating ass
And you wanna call me a clone?

buzzing]

"We've done it..."

x2]
I'm not a clone, I'm a
through the visions of a mastamind
This face, this soul, this is mine
But ya'll notice
Frankenstein!

People, the panic's wide spread
I'm shedding skins like chameleons just to up my disguises
Now I'm hearing this is the only reason that the people 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 realize
This a game, and I ain't a clone, it ain't the fame it's the microphone
And all the family I've obtained over the years who representing for the same
You keep and disrespecting
Violent J put us up on the grind and said "You keep an axe in your waist at all times, and it's a whole lot of people
just looking to side, so don't 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 through the visions of a
face, this soul, this rhyme is mine
But don't notice
Frankenstein!

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

Frankenstein!

[Colton
If they're clones, what the fuck am I?
A painted dead soaked in clone's formaldehyde?
Known to sway your eye and straight out teeth
And bring the to your zone, leaving ya to smoke in the street
Knocking the beats, knocking the throw, knocking your off the hinges
Fuck you bitches and all you haters laying on the
Fuck what you know, I play a base for a domes and telephone poles because I'm out cold
Colton the undying, Blaze ya dead, you the rest
And a mothafucking shame to catch a bullet in your chest
For some shit you said you was high and thugging
Light a gas in your face, and who ain't saying nothing
a fake yourself, and fuck your wealth
And fucking with a Frankenstein is bad for your
And you can put it on my and my fan bases
This 40, nuts, and our painted faces

x2]
I'm not a clone, I'm a
Created the visions of a mastamind
face, this soul, this rhyme is mine
But don't notice
Frankenstein!