Luyện nghe bài hát Clones

Yeah, to all the Jim Carrey ass large
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 about these ill capers
And fly ass frontin' that now caught vapors
Niggaz run up on you guns, snatchin' papers
Outlined chalk, is how they would scrape ya
From off the pavement, I gettin' locked up
that upstate bus reminds me of the slave ships
But then the bible saved shit
I guess that's why every juvenile is in the predicament
You want to crack, or hold tecs, and do the concept
You can't make loot, when your is smokin' up the product
I try to tell ya, let these streets fuckin' fail ya
The way niggaz be gettin' clapped shit'll fuckin' ya
But in the dark, we ran wild, so we 'em
Niggaz scared, stand still, like fuckin' helium
Fake niggaz, they don't go platinum go aluminum
Got em cloned the up son, that's why we losin em
I'm lookin' at this longevity
To make a big play, but then it might be a
Cause if I get to D.C., I'm sendin' Dice to DE
With p's, so when I get out, he can see me
For real, 'cause the streets is filled with snakes and
The snake will be that and that rat will be that cool cat
With pockets we gonna take you back home
Master Rule Savior, never clone

Yo, I use the mic to slap you in the and erase your taste
your date put your title to waste
Dominant grace, from a place called wild
Isle Pensy, that's the residency
Consist in currency, my pockets empty
Some cats, they MC but we know they all fraud
Do a show in Philly niggaz 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 higher law with Dice Raw
The matador, connoisseur
whatever you build to the floor
Similar to that of a
I you I'm the rap predator
You insist to imitate, for?
Superstar is ten percent real, ninety percent invented
For a fuckin' deal
Comin' with somethin' can't feel
I hit you a steel anvil
Because you 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 juvenile corner store terrorist
Block trooper, connoisseur of cannabis
never weak, blow up the spot like plastique
Leave a shook, to the point, he won't speak
Never half-assed, always live and
On bitches try to smell 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 my style
What man? In this game, to me you're a child
I wack MC's, in camps like ex-marines
Why the fuck you think you went and had bad dreams
Of horrifying things, that ass never seen before?
You to the realm of Dice Raw
Where clones get they dome blown chrome microphones
It's not your fault black, the fact you wasn't shown
You'll come through like a smurf
I got you stop off the earth
Represent while I been like since 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 ain't nothing sweet or soft
Win lose or draw to the jaw one
Deranger launcher, or station
No conversation is needed, my completed
a nigga up and down in the cut where I'm seated
Snatch you your cloud of cannabis you ignoramuses
You laid on your lap, I attack your glamorous
Lifestyle, I banged your head up with the white
My character a product of this two-one-fifth trife
I through areas niggaz would fear to walk in
Balance the talkin', galactic style as of a falcon
Your Trek ass will wrinkle
these words and form into a sprinkle
Cap you're brought up and the name of
My insight will crack the of y'all niggaz
Whether small, middle-sized, or tall
Just tie your name next when I to X
Givin out pains of death so fuck a raincheck
The insane vet, whether you the brain wet
You to lame check, the opposite of same sex
I annihilate your if you violate
Makin' blood rush, you post never a higher rate