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

Krayzie, Sin, and Mentality 1999

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


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

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

What the fuck you want?" 'cause I off that bud and I'm a buck a muthafucker
down, You on my
So you got another round/ All of the sudden I 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 shop/ I was runnin' but I
could hear the
comin'/ I don't know, they must think I got some money, and a Mac-11/ Jet
into the bedroom, lock
in, the clip is in / Teach 'em a lesson it ain't healthy to They fin
to slip on the job soon as they twist on the knob, just like I when they
it
The AK-47 was hot, I had to it, but I emptied it/ The Mac-11 I get, and hit
the niggas up head to toe
A nigga escapin' but I was out the window/ I go, I hit the ground "Uh",
I look around
Shake the fall, hopped in the Benz and hauled/ Call in my niggas let's get
for war, I I
killed 'em all, but I know they'll be sendin' some more/ So when come back
I say we
show 'em that rappin' don't mean a thang, and this is a gun, and this is
grave/ Rest In
you're not me/ Truly Mr. Leatherface, I dedicate this...


Fight, movin' in the night (Watch out!) Daylight, takin' slow paces might
the
Never want to rely on murda/ my life, but life's so strange and hectic/
All It's
shelled/ The killin' factor in jail/ The streets is hell/ You can by the
smell/ Off with his
Oh well! You know they don't a damn if that make the weak mind feel the
same/ a shame
how watch you, stalk you; pinnin' every step I make, knowin' every breath I
take/ it easy
for the man to get his hands on a 38/ They be buckin' on niggas in these
days, but thanks
for the Can't stay focused, causin' ruckus/ The devil done played with the
earth a puppet
Now we all in fucked shit/ That's why is necessary/ Don't tell 'em who
you are by far
Don't you tell who you are