Luyện nghe bài hát Silence ["Featuring Graveyard Shift"]

Krayzie, Sin, and Mentality 1999

Silence(Silence) is nessecary/ Don't tell who you are
Sin
Formulate a tactic/ Let's sing anthems/ No stereotypical categorizin'/
above all
Make-shift realities/ Fantasies misconstrued the of wicked men/ They
as lungs inhale
Exhale poisonous gases/ Oh well, I guess just protect myself and good
health/ Done out
the wickedest hand man has dealt/ I felt like dyin' just the other day 'cause
was tryin'
Walkin' too close by my Stay still; Please don't move! Your soul you could
lose/ No
Where's my You'll find out soon enough/ All right, I'll ride/ In due
time, we'll get our
to die/ Hold on to my mind/ No use for guns or drugs, need more But, yet,
and
Slugs gets fired off constantly/ Immorally my holy oracle, but I just
ignore it
a steady pace, just movin' slow, slow, just movin' slow


As I sit in my livin' room, chillin' in my thug I begin to hear noises
comin' from the other
So I pause my Nintendo, I walk over to the window/ Is it paranoya from the

Then I thought, then I another thought; run and get the pump, "Who goes

What the fuck you want?" I done off that bud and I'm a buck a muthafucker
down, You on my
So you got another round/ All of the I heard a crash, my first instincts
was to
But the Mossberg didn't last so I had to Run upstairs, I was frantic and

But I managed to make it to the top, to my artillery I was runnin' but I
hear the sounds
comin'/ I don't know, must think I got some money, AK-47 and a Mac-11/ Jet
into the bedroom, lock
in, the clip is in / Teach 'em a lesson it healthy to rob/ They fin
to slip on the job soon as they twist on the knob, like I figured when they
it
The was hot, I had to drop it, but I emptied it/ The Mac-11 I get, and hit
the niggas up from to toe
A nigga escapin' but I was out the window/ I go, I hit the ground "Uh",
then I look
Shake the fall, hopped in the Benz and Call in my niggas let's get ready
for war, I I
killed 'em all, but I know they'll be sendin' some more/ So when they back
I say we
show 'em that rappin' mean a thang, and this is a gun, and this is your
grave/ Rest In
not feelin' me/ Truly Mr. Leatherface, I dedicate this...


Fight, movin' in the (Watch out!) Daylight, takin' slow paces might outrun
the
want to rely on murda/ Enter my life, but life's so strange and hectic/
All It's
shelled/ The factor in jail/ The streets is hell/ You can tell by the
Off with his head
Oh well! You know don't give a damn if that make the weak mind feel the
same/ a shame
how they watch you, stalk you; pinnin' every step I make, knowin' breath I
Makin' it easy
for the next man to get his hands on a 38/ They be buckin' on in these
last days, but
for the fun/ Can't stay focused, causin' The devil done played with the
like a puppet
Now we all in fucked shit/ That's why silence is Don't tell 'em who
you are by far
Don't you them who you are