Luyện nghe bài hát Silent

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

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

Dana Dane, row bitches, I bang all three
Say, "Yo, Meth, fuck it, a Jim Brownski
Versace, banana color robes and my be"
Billie Jean shits and they real Rocky
The fans can't me
I Coliseums while Genius spot me
Plus I'm cocky,

Once I off the hoodie, revealed the face
Cop patrol control the place
I got backstage, lined up at the gate
The signs up, yellin', "We love tape!"
I'm sorry I took so long, mean to make y'all wait
But good things take time to
You can find me in your

Half baked, ganja cake
Tryin' to my next release date
Ghost, Street, GZA, great minds relate
You a brother bond is hard to break
When we we cause the Earth to shake
nothin' changes, it's still those same niggas
You love to GZA

I set examples amplified samples
scratched in the club, ducks begin to trample
On those who fell victims, body they souls
beats when I picked 'em
Jones played the role, soldiers and bold
RZA paid the roll, GZA buries the
Then months it was, then years later it was
Written on loose leaf, that old
That was stolen by a new

The watched it, critics couldn't knock it
A piece of history that they in they pocket
the time factor, speed was the order of the day
What a delay, they were able to, what he say
Why the slot 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 villes harvested lands