Luyện nghe bài hát Silent

Yeah, six in the morning
That's right, we gotta get darts 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 man was fannin' me
The whole was standin', G
What chant, we was family
Jumped in the crowd and I to sea
me to the back, surprise, I still had my chains 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 while Genius me
Plus I'm cocky,

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

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

I set examples over samples
That's scratched in the club, ducks begin to
On those who fell victims, body loss they
These when I picked 'em
Jones the role, soldiers brave and bold
RZA paid the roll, GZA the scrolls
months later it was, then years later it was
Written on loose leaf, that old
That was by a new thief

The journalist it, critics couldn't knock it
A piece of history that they carried in they
With the factor, speed was the order of the day
What a delay, they able to, what he would say
Why the slot time of the ridiculous rhyme
only excused by a generous mind
I kept 'em stored in the shelters like the goods in
'Til I turned rap villes into lands