Luyện nghe bài hát Clones

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

First of all let's talk about ill capers
And fly ass frontin' bitches now caught vapors
run up on you with guns, snatchin' papers
Outlined body chalk, is how they scrape ya
From off the pavement, I hate gettin' up
Cause that upstate bus reminds me of the slave
But then the bible saved shit
I guess why every juvenile is in the same predicament
You want to crack, or hold 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 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 stand still, like helium
niggaz, they don't go platinum they go aluminum
Got em cloned the fuck up son, that's why we em
I'm lookin' at this niggaz
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, 'cause the streets is filled 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 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, a place called wild
Illadelph Isle Pensy, the residency
Consist in currency, my pockets empty
Some cats, they MC but we know they all fraud
Do a show in Philly niggaz wouldn't
Nobody know your nor who you openin' for
Can tell your squad's artificial while the door
So you prepare, for lyrical terror that's pure
Step up to the reservoir, of the soul proprietor
or, the higher law down with Dice Raw
The matador, shorty
Stompin' whatever you build to the
Similar to that of a
I you I'm the rap predator
You insist to imitate, what
Superstar niggaz is ten percent real, ninety invented
For a fuckin' record
Comin' somethin' veterans can't feel
I hit you like a anvil
Because you off the next man's skill
But still I remain mellow, the theatrics of Othello
Run over of the
fess
The cats is felonious (word)

Dice Raw the juvenile lyricist corner store
Block trooper, connoisseur of fine
Focus weak, blow up the spot like plastique
Leave a nigga shook, to the point, he won't
Never half-assed, live and direct
On bitches try to punk smell the and raw sex
Mad lights I had to black out, fake niggaz act out
Or step out of place, get slapped in they face
All y'all niggaz is fake, tryin' to my style
What grown man? In this game, to me you're a
I trained wack MC's, in camps ex-marines
Why the fuck you think you went and had bad dreams
Of horrifying things, that ass never seen before?
You traveled to the of Dice Raw
Where clones get they dome with chrome microphones
not your fault black, just the fact you wasn't shown
You'll come through this like a
I got you stop off the earth
Represent while I been like this birth
And I won't be the but I definitely was the first
Dice Raw big car Isle sol-dier

Don't across that line or pay a cost
Knuckle games and hammer ain't nothing sweet or soft
Win or draw to the jaw take one
Deranger lyrical launcher, or
No is needed, my task completed
Read a nigga up and down in the cut where I'm
Snatch you your cloud of cannabis you ignoramuses
You laid on your lap, when I your glamorous
Lifestyle, I banged your head up with the fowl
My character a product of this trife style
I breeze through niggaz would fear to walk in
Balance the talkin', that galactic style as of a
Your Star Trek ass wrinkle
these words and form into a sprinkle
Cap brought up and the name of twinkle
My insight crack the windpipe of y'all niggaz
small, middle-sized, or tall niggaz
Just tie name next when I start to X
out flex pains of death so fuck a raincheck
The insane vet, whether you ganked the wet
You proceed to check, the opposite of same sex
I annihilate your if you violate
Makin' your blood rush, you never a higher rate