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

Krayzie, Sin, and Tombstone:Thug 1999

Silence(Silence) is nessecary/ tell them who you are
Sin
Formulate a different tactic/ Let's sing anthems/ No stereotypical
above all
Make-shift realities/ Fantasies misconstrued the thoughts of wicked men/
cough as lungs
poisonous gases/ Oh well, I guess I'll just protect myself and good
health/ Done out
the wickedest hand man has ever dealt/ I felt like dyin' the other day 'cause
was tryin'
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, get our chance
to die/ Hold on to my mind/ No use for guns or drugs, need love/ But, yet,
and
gets fired 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 mood/ I begin to hear noises
from the other room
So I pause my Nintendo, then I walk over to the window/ Is it paranoya the

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

What the fuck you want?" 'cause I done off that bud and I'm a buck a
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 so I had to dash/ Run upstairs, I was frantic and

But I managed to make it to the top, to my artillery I was runnin' but I
hear the sounds
comin'/ I don't know, they must I got some money, AK-47 and a Mac-11/ Jet
into the bedroom, myself
in, the clip is in / Teach 'em a lesson it ain't healthy to rob/ 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 from to toe
A nigga escapin' but I was out the Here I go, I hit the ground "Uh",
I look around
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' mean a thang, and this is a gun, and this is your
grave/ Rest In
not feelin' me/ Truly Mr. Leatherface, I dedicate this...


Fight, in the night (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 killin' factor in The streets is hell/ You can tell by the
Off with his head
Oh well! You know they don't give a damn if that make the weak feel the
same/ a shame
how watch you, stalk you; pinnin' every step I make, knowin' every breath I
Makin' 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/ stay focused, causin' ruckus/ The devil done played with the
earth like a
Now we all in fucked shit/ why silence is necessary/ Don't tell 'em who
you are by far
Don't you tell who you are