Luyện nghe bài hát Clones

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

First of all let's about these ill capers
And fly ass frontin' that now caught vapors
Niggaz run up on you with guns, snatchin'
Outlined chalk, is how they would scrape ya
off the pavement, I hate gettin' locked up
Cause upstate bus reminds me of the slave ships
But then the bible saved shit
I that's why every juvenile is in the same predicament
You want to slang crack, or tecs, and do the concept
You can't make loot, when your moms is smokin' up the
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, they go platinum they go aluminum
Got em cloned the fuck up son, why we losin em
I'm lookin' at niggaz longevity
To make a big play, but it might be a mistake
if I get sent to D.C., I'm sendin' Dice to DE
With three p's, so I get out, he can see me
For real, the streets is filled with snakes and rats
The will be that bitch and that rat will be that cool cat
With swollen pockets we gonna you back home
Master Rule Savior, never clone

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

Dice Raw the juvenile lyricist corner store
Block trooper, connoisseur of cannabis
Focus never weak, blow up the spot plastique
Leave a nigga shook, to the point, he won't
half-assed, always live and direct
On bitches try to punk the panty and raw sex
Mad lights I had to black out, when niggaz act out
Or out of place, they get slapped in they face
All y'all niggaz is fake, tryin' to emulate my
What man? In this game, to me you're a child
I trained wack MC's, in like ex-marines
Why the fuck you think you went home and had bad
Of horrifying things, that ass never seen before?
You to the realm of Dice Raw
clones get they dome blown 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 like this since birth
And I won't be the but I definitely was the first
Dice Raw big car Logan's sol-dier

come across that line or pay a cost
Knuckle games and 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
you from your cloud of cannabis you ignoramuses
You laid on your lap, when I attack glamorous
Lifestyle, I banged your head up with the fowl
My character a product of two-one-fifth trife style
I through areas niggaz would fear to walk in
Balance the talkin', that galactic as of a falcon
Your Star Trek ass will
Spill these words and form into a
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
Givin out flex pains of death so fuck a
The insane vet, you ganked the brain wet
You proceed to lame check, the opposite of sex
I your type if you violate
Makin' your blood rush, you post never a higher