Luyện nghe bài hát Silent

Yeah, six o'clock in the
That's right, we gotta get this right
Spray y'all niggas on some shit

Yes, I said, "Look, I got ready to
Took my hat off and the crowd crazy
Bitches threw their panties, the sound man was me
The place was standin', G
they chant, we was family
Jumped in the crowd and I to sea
Threw me to the back, surprise, I had my chains on me"

Dana Dane, row bitches, I bang all three
Say, "Yo, Meth, it, throw a Jim Brownski
Versace, banana color and my socks be"
Billie Jean shits and they real Rocky
The can't knock me
I bench Coliseums while Genius me
I'm cocky, bitch

Once I took off the hoodie, the face
Cop patrol control the place
I got groupies backstage, up at the gate
The up, yellin', "We love your tape!"
I'm sorry I took so long, didn't mean to make y'all
But good take time to create
You can me in your studio

Half baked, eatin' cake
Tryin' to make my next date
Ghost, Street, GZA, great minds relate
You know a brother bond is hard to
When we perform we cause the to shake
nothin' changes, it's still those same niggas
You to hate GZA

I set over amplified samples
scratched in the club, ducks begin to trample
On those who fell victims, body loss souls
These beats when I 'em
played the role, soldiers brave and bold
RZA paid the roll, GZA the scrolls
Then months later it was, years later it was
Written on loose leaf, old formula
was stolen by a new thief

The journalist watched it, couldn't knock it
A piece of history that they in they pocket
With the factor, speed was the order of the day
a delay, they were able to, what he would say
Why waste the time of the ridiculous rhyme
That's excused by a generous mind
I kept 'em in the shelters like the goods in cans
'Til I turned rap into harvested lands