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

Krayzie, Sin, and Tombstone:Thug Mentality

Silence(Silence) is nessecary/ Don't tell who you are
Sin
Formulate a different tactic/ Let's sing No stereotypical categorizin'/
above all
Make-shift realities/ Fantasies misconstrued the of wicked men/ They
cough as inhale
Exhale poisonous gases/ Oh well, I guess I'll protect myself and good
health/ played out
the wickedest hand man has dealt/ I felt like dyin' just the other day 'cause
Satan was
Walkin' too by my side/ Stay still; Please don't move! Your soul you could
No cryin'
Where's my blood? You'll find out soon All right, I'll ride/ In due
time, get our chance
to die/ Hold on to my mind/ No use for guns or drugs, need more 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 slow


As I sit in my livin' room, chillin' in my thug mood/ I to hear noises
comin' from the room
So I pause my Nintendo, then I walk over to the window/ Is it 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 sudden I heard a crash, my first
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, must think I got some money, AK-47 and a Mac-11/ Jet
into the bedroom, myself
in, the is in / Teach 'em a lesson it ain't 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 head 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/ in my niggas let's get ready
for war, I I
'em all, but I know they'll 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
grave/ In Peace
you're not me/ Truly Mr. Leatherface, I dedicate this...


Fight, movin' in the night (Watch out!) Daylight, takin' paces might outrun
the
Never want to rely on murda/ Enter my life, but so strange and hectic/
All backwards/
The killin' 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 damn if that make the 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 next man to get his hands on a 38/ They be buckin' on niggas in
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/ why silence is necessary/ Don't tell 'em who
you are by far
Don't you them who you are