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

Krayzie, Sin, and Tombstone:Thug 1999

Silence(Silence) is nessecary/ Don't tell who you are
Sin
Formulate a different tactic/ Let's sing anthems/ No categorizin'/
above all
Make-shift realities/ Fantasies misconstrued the thoughts of men/ They
cough as lungs
poisonous gases/ Oh well, I guess I'll just protect myself and good
health/ played out
the wickedest hand man has ever dealt/ I felt like just the other day 'cause
Satan was
Walkin' too by my side/ Stay still; Please don't move! Your soul you could
lose/ No
Where's my blood? You'll find out soon All right, I'll ride/ In due
time, we'll get our
to Hold on to my mind/ No use for guns or drugs, need more love/ But, yet,
and
Slugs fired 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 begin to 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, I another thought; 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 All of the sudden I heard a crash, my first instincts
was to
But the didn't last so I had to dash/ Run upstairs, I was frantic and

But I managed to it to the top, to my artillery shop/ I was runnin' but I
hear 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 / 'em a lesson it ain't healthy to rob/ They fin
to slip on the job soon as they twist on the knob, just like I figured they
it
The AK-47 was hot, I had to drop it, but I it/ The Mac-11 I get, and hit
the up from head to toe
A nigga escapin' but I was out the Here I go, I hit the ground "Uh",
I look around
Shake the fall, in the Benz and hauled/ Call in my niggas let's get ready
for war, I I
killed 'em all, but I know they'll be sendin' more/ So when they come back
I say we
show 'em that rappin' don't mean a thang, and 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
want to rely on murda/ Enter my life, but life's so strange and hectic/
All It's
The killin' factor in jail/ The streets is hell/ You can tell by the
smell/ Off with his
Oh well! You know they 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, every breath I
take/ Makin' it
for the next man to get his hands on a 38/ They be on niggas in these
days, but thanks
for the fun/ Can't focused, causin' ruckus/ The devil done played with the
earth like a
Now we all in fucked shit/ That's why silence is necessary/ tell 'em who
you are by far
Don't you them who you are