Luyện nghe bài hát Silent

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

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

Dana Dane, front row bitches, I bang all
Say, "Yo, Meth, it, throw a Jim Brownski
Versace, banana color and my socks be"
Them Billie Jean shits and they Rocky
The fans knock me
I bench Coliseums Genius spot me
Plus I'm cocky,

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

baked, eatin' ganja cake
Tryin' to my next release date
With Ghost, Street, GZA, great minds
You know a bond is hard to break
we perform we cause the Earth to shake
Ain't nothin' changes, it's still those niggas
You love to GZA

I set examples amplified samples
That's in the club, ducks begin to trample
On those who fell victims, body loss souls
These beats when I 'em
Jones the role, soldiers brave and bold
RZA the roll, GZA buries the scrolls
Then later it was, then years later it was
Written on leaf, that old formula
was stolen by a new thief

The journalist watched it, critics knock it
A piece of history that they carried in pocket
With the time factor, speed was the of the day
What a delay, they were able to, he would say
Why waste the slot time of the ridiculous
only excused by a generous mind
I 'em stored in the shelters like the goods in cans
'Til I rap villes into harvested lands