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 anthems/ No stereotypical
above all
Make-shift realities/ Fantasies misconstrued the of wicked men/ They
as lungs inhale
Exhale poisonous Oh well, I guess I'll just protect myself and good
Done played out
the wickedest hand man has ever dealt/ I felt like just the other day 'cause
Satan was
Walkin' too close by my side/ Stay still; Please don't move! Your you could
No cryin'
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 off constantly/ Immorally destroyin' my holy oracle, but I just
ignore it
Keep a steady pace, just movin' slow, slow, movin' slow


As I sit in my livin' room, chillin' in my thug mood/ I begin to noises
comin' the other room
So I pause my Nintendo, then I walk over to the window/ Is it paranoya 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 All of the sudden I heard a crash, my first instincts
was to
But the Mossberg didn't 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
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 / 'em a lesson it ain't healthy to rob/ They fin
to slip on the job soon as twist 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 up from head to toe
A nigga escapin' but I was out the Here 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 some more/ So when they come back
I say we
show 'em that rappin' don't mean a thang, and this is a gun, and this is
Rest In Peace
you're not feelin' me/ Mr. Leatherface, I dedicate this...


Fight, movin' in the night (Watch out!) Daylight, slow paces might outrun
the
Never want to rely on murda/ my life, but life's so strange and hectic/
All It's
shelled/ The killin' in jail/ The streets is hell/ You can tell by the
smell/ Off with his
Oh well! You they don't give a damn if that make the weak mind feel the
same/ It's a
how they watch you, stalk you; pinnin' every step I make, every breath I
Makin' it easy
for the next man to get his 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 silence is necessary/ tell 'em who
you are by far
Don't you tell who you are