Luyện nghe bài hát Silent

Yeah, six in the morning
That's right, we gotta get this right
Spray niggas on some marksman shit

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

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

Once I off the hoodie, revealed the face
Cop patrol couldn't control the
I got groupies backstage, lined up at the
The signs up, yellin', "We your tape!"
I'm sorry I took so long, didn't mean to make wait
But good things time to create
You can find me in studio

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

I set examples over amplified
That's scratched in the club, ducks to trample
On those who fell victims, loss they souls
These when I picked '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, that old
That was by a new thief

The journalist watched it, critics couldn't it
A piece of history that they carried in they
With the time factor, was the order of the day
What a delay, they were able to, he would say
Why waste the slot time of the ridiculous
That's only excused by a generous
I kept 'em stored in the like the goods in cans
I turned rap villes into harvested lands