Luyện nghe bài hát Clones

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

First of all let's about these 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
From off the pavement, I gettin' locked up
Cause that upstate bus reminds me of the ships
But then the never saved shit
I that's why every juvenile is in the same predicament
You want to slang crack, or tecs, and do the concept
You make loot, when your moms is smokin' up the product
I try to tell ya, don't let these fuckin' fail ya
The way niggaz be clapped shit'll fuckin' scare ya
But in the dark, we ran wild, so we 'em
Niggaz scared, can't stand still, like fuckin'
Fake niggaz, don't go platinum they go aluminum
Got em cloned the up son, that's why we losin 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 Dice to DE
With three p's, so I get out, he can see me
For real, 'cause the streets is filled with snakes and
The snake will be that bitch and rat will be that cool cat
With swollen we gonna take you back home
Master Rule Savior, never clone

Yo, I use the mic to slap you in the face and your taste
Disgrace your date put your title to
Dominant lyrical grace, from a place called
Isle Pensy, that's the residency
Consist in currency, my pockets never
Some cats, believe they MC but we 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 should prepare, for lyrical terror pure
Step up to the reservoir, of the soul style
Messiah or, the higher law with Dice Raw
The matador, shorty
Stompin' whatever you build to the
to that 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 record deal
Comin' with somethin' veterans feel
I hit you like a anvil
you grafted off the next man's skill
But still I mellow, seein' the theatrics of Othello
Run over of the
fess
The phoniest cats is (word)

Dice Raw the juvenile lyricist store terrorist
Block trooper, connoisseur of cannabis
Focus weak, blow up the spot like plastique
Leave a nigga shook, to the point, he speak
half-assed, always live and direct
On bitches try to punk smell the and raw sex
Mad I had to black out, when fake niggaz act out
Or out of place, they get slapped in they face
All y'all is fake, tryin' to emulate my style
What grown man? In this game, to me a child
I wack MC's, in camps like 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 they blown with chrome microphones
It's not your fault black, just the fact you shown
You'll come through like a smurf
I got you rollin' stop off the
while I been like this since birth
And I be the last but I definitely was the first
Dice Raw big car Logan's Isle

Don't across that line or pay a cost
Knuckle games and hammer cocked ain't nothing or soft
Win lose or draw to the jaw one
Deranger 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 cannabis you
You laid on your lap, when I attack your
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 galactic as of a falcon
Your Trek ass will wrinkle
Spill these words and form a sprinkle
Cap you're brought up and the of twinkle
My insight will crack the windpipe of y'all
Whether small, middle-sized, or niggaz
Just tie your name next I start to X
Givin out flex of death so fuck a raincheck
The insane vet, whether you ganked the wet
You proceed to lame check, the of same sex
I annihilate your type if you
Makin' blood rush, you post never a higher rate