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

Krayzie, Sin, and Tombstone:Thug 1999

Silence(Silence) is Don't tell them who you are
Sin
Formulate a different tactic/ Let's sing anthems/ No stereotypical
Rising all
Make-shift realities/ Fantasies misconstrued the thoughts of wicked men/
cough as inhale
Exhale poisonous Oh well, I guess I'll just protect myself and good
health/ played out
the wickedest hand man has ever dealt/ I felt like dyin' just the day 'cause
Satan was
Walkin' too close by my side/ still; Please don't move! Your soul you could
No cryin'
Where's my blood? You'll find out soon enough/ All right, ride/ In due
time, get our chance
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
it though
Keep a steady pace, just movin' slow, slow, just movin'


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

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

What the fuck you want?" 'cause I done off 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 it to the top, to my artillery shop/ I was runnin' but I
could the sounds
comin'/ I don't know, they think I got some money, AK-47 and a Mac-11/ Jet
into the bedroom, myself
in, the clip is in / Teach 'em a it ain't healthy to rob/ They fin
to slip on the job soon as they on the knob, just 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 but I was out the window/ Here I go, I hit the ground "Uh",
then I around
Shake the fall, hopped in the Benz and hauled/ Call in my let's get ready
for war, I I
killed 'em all, but I know be sendin' some more/ So when they come back
I say we
show 'em that don't mean a thang, and this is a gun, and this is your
Rest In Peace
you're not feelin' me/ Mr. Leatherface, I dedicate this...


Fight, movin' in the (Watch out!) Daylight, takin' slow paces might outrun
the
Never want to rely on murda/ Enter my life, but so strange and hectic/
All It's
shelled/ The factor in jail/ The streets is hell/ You can tell by the
smell/ Off with his
Oh well! You know they don't give a if that make the weak mind feel the
same/ a shame
how they watch you, stalk you; pinnin' step I make, knowin' every breath I
take/ Makin' it
for the next man to get his on a 38/ They be buckin' on niggas in these
days, but thanks
for the fun/ stay focused, causin' ruckus/ 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
you tell them who you are