Luyện nghe bài hát Clones

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

First of all let's talk about ill capers
And fly ass frontin' that 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 that upstate bus me of the slave ships
But the bible never saved shit
I that's 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 your is smokin' up the product
I try to ya, don't let these streets fuckin' fail ya
The way be gettin' clapped shit'll fuckin' scare ya
But in the dark, we ran wild, so we 'em
Niggaz scared, can't stand still, like helium
Fake niggaz, don't go platinum they go aluminum
Got em cloned the fuck up son, why we losin em
I'm lookin' at this longevity
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 is filled with snakes and rats
The snake will be bitch and that rat will be that cool cat
swollen pockets we gonna take you back home
Master Allah Rule Savior, never

Yo, I use the mic to slap you in the and erase your taste
Disgrace date put your title to waste
Dominant lyrical grace, from a place wild
Illadelph Isle Pensy, that's the
Consist in currency, my never empty
Some cats, believe they MC but we know they all
Do a show in Philly niggaz applaud
know your record nor who you openin' for
Can tell your squad's while approachin' the door
So you should prepare, for lyrical terror pure
Step up to the reservoir, of the proprietor style
Messiah or, the higher law with Dice Raw
The matador, connoisseur
Stompin' whatever you to the floor
to that of a dinosaur
I told you I'm the rap
You insist to imitate, what
Superstar niggaz is ten percent real, ninety invented
For a fuckin' record
Comin' with veterans can't feel
I hit you a steel anvil
you grafted off the next man's skill
But still I remain mellow, the theatrics of Othello
Run over of the
See-L-O/N-E-S
The cats is felonious (word)

Dice Raw the lyricist corner store terrorist
Block trooper, of fine cannabis
Focus weak, blow up the spot like plastique
a nigga shook, to the point, he won't speak
Never half-assed, always live and
On try to punk smell the panty and raw sex
Mad lights I had to out, when fake niggaz act out
Or step out of place, they get slapped in face
All y'all niggaz is fake, tryin' to emulate my
What grown In this game, to me you're a child
I trained MC's, in camps like ex-marines
Why the fuck you you went home and had bad dreams
Of horrifying things, that your ass never seen
You to the realm of Dice Raw
Where clones get they dome blown chrome microphones
not your fault black, just the fact you wasn't shown
You'll come through this like a
I got you rollin' off the earth
Represent while I been like this birth
And I won't be the last but I definitely was the
Dice Raw big car Logan's Isle

Don't come across line or pay a cost
Knuckle games and hammer cocked ain't nothing or soft
Win or draw to the jaw take one
lyrical launcher, or station
No is needed, my task completed
Read a up and down in the cut where I'm seated
Snatch you from your cloud of you ignoramuses
You laid on lap, when I attack your glamorous
Lifestyle, I banged your head up the white fowl
My character a product of two-one-fifth trife style
I breeze through areas niggaz fear to walk in
Balance the talkin', that galactic style as of a
Star Trek ass will wrinkle
Spill these words and form into a
Cap you're up and the name of twinkle
My insight crack the windpipe of y'all niggaz
Whether small, middle-sized, or niggaz
Just tie your name next I start to X
Givin out flex pains of death so a raincheck
The insane vet, you ganked the brain wet
You proceed to lame check, the of same sex
I your type if you violate
Makin' your rush, you post never a higher rate