Luyện nghe bài hát Clones

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

First of all let's talk these ill capers
And fly ass frontin' bitches that now caught
Niggaz run up on you with guns, snatchin'
body chalk, is how they would scrape ya
From off the pavement, I gettin' locked up
Cause that upstate bus me of the slave ships
But then the never saved 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 loot, when your moms is smokin' up the product
I try to tell ya, don't let 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, don't go platinum they go aluminum
Got em cloned the up son, that's why we losin em
I'm at this niggaz longevity
To make a big play, but then it might be a
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, the streets is filled with snakes and rats
The will be that bitch and that rat will be that cool cat
With pockets we gonna take you back home
Allah Rule Savior, never clone

Yo, I use the mic to slap you in the face and erase your
Disgrace your put your title to waste
Dominant lyrical grace, from a called wild
Illadelph Isle Pensy, that's the
Consist in currency, my pockets empty
cats, believe they MC but we know they all fraud
Do a in Philly niggaz wouldn't applaud
know your record nor who you openin' for
Can tell your artificial while approachin' the door
So you prepare, for lyrical terror that's pure
Step up to the reservoir, of the proprietor style
or, the higher law down with Dice Raw
The matador, connoisseur
Stompin' whatever you build to the
Similar to of a dinosaur
I you I'm the rap predator
You to imitate, what for?
Superstar is ten percent real, ninety percent invented
For a fuckin' record
Comin' with somethin' veterans can't
I hit you like a anvil
Because you off the next man's skill
But still I 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 corner store
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 punk smell the and raw sex
Mad lights I had to black out, when fake act out
Or step out of place, get slapped in they face
All niggaz is fake, tryin' to emulate my style
What grown man? In this game, to me you're a
I trained wack MC's, in camps like
Why the you think 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 they dome blown with chrome
It's not your fault black, just the fact you shown
You'll come this like a smurf
I got you stop off the earth
Represent while I like this since birth
And I be the last but I definitely was the first
Dice Raw big car Logan's sol-dier

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