Luyện nghe bài hát Clones

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

First of all let's talk about these ill
And fly ass frontin' that now caught vapors
Niggaz run up on you with guns, snatchin'
Outlined chalk, is how they would scrape ya
From off the pavement, I hate locked up
that upstate bus reminds me of the slave ships
But then the bible never shit
I guess that's why juvenile is in the same predicament
You want to crack, or hold tecs, and do the concept
You can't loot, when your moms is smokin' up the product
I try to tell ya, let these streets fuckin' fail ya
The way niggaz be gettin' 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 this niggaz
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 that bitch and rat will be that cool cat
With swollen pockets we gonna take you home
Allah Rule Savior, never clone

Yo, I use the mic to slap you in the face and erase taste
Disgrace date put your title to waste
Dominant lyrical grace, a place called wild
Illadelph Pensy, that's the residency
Consist in currency, my never empty
Some cats, they MC but we know they all fraud
Do a in Philly niggaz wouldn't applaud
Nobody know record nor who you openin' for
Can tell squad's artificial while approachin' the door
So you prepare, for lyrical terror that's pure
Step up to the reservoir, of the soul style
Messiah or, the higher law down Dice Raw
The matador, connoisseur
Stompin' you build to the floor
Similar to of a dinosaur
I you I'm the rap predator
You insist to imitate, for?
Superstar niggaz is ten percent real, ninety invented
For a record deal
Comin' with somethin' can't feel
I hit you like a anvil
Because you grafted off the man's skill
But I remain mellow, seein' the theatrics of Othello
Run tactics of the
See-L-O/N-E-S
The phoniest cats is (word)

Raw the juvenile lyricist corner store terrorist
Block trooper, connoisseur of fine
Focus never weak, blow up the spot plastique
Leave a nigga shook, to the point, he speak
Never half-assed, live and direct
On bitches try to smell the panty and raw sex
Mad lights I had to out, when fake niggaz act out
Or step out of place, they get in they face
All y'all niggaz is fake, tryin' to my style
grown man? In this game, to me you're a child
I trained wack MC's, in camps ex-marines
Why the fuck you think you home and had bad dreams
Of horrifying things, your ass never seen before?
You traveled to the realm of Raw
Where clones get dome blown with chrome microphones
It's not your fault black, just the fact you shown
come 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 definitely was the
Dice Raw big car Isle sol-dier

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