Luyện nghe bài hát Silhouettes

(oohs at beginning)

Yo, on a sack of flight, building up my appetite
See my homies eatin and I be "Can I have a bite?"
Last night I had a fight, after I grabbed the mic
When the closed I went home on my granny's bike
People was like "look he just ran the light"
I just kept pedalin, I didn't get mad or
Sell that and the pipe, G 'til my afterlife
Let me get on stage, bet I say the things thatcha
Higher than a dragonfly, make math or die
Been a pimp since that group that I was in Gladys Knight
Mostly I be packin nines, have you pushin
Come short with my cash you be dancin is Hammer Time
Yeah I'm lost and I'm blind, I'm gon' handle mine
Have ya homie leakin cuz he bumpin mo' than spines
In the hood I vandalize, land of fiends and baggy
Where you can make a killin and even have to advertise

SPM & Carolyn 2X:]
Silhouettes, crack at night, then ya see the jumbo lighter strike
Thug stories of a violent life, once and you will try it twice
What the else am I to do? I wanna be rich and buy a zoo
Maybe just a candy or two, and tell my daughter I would die for you

Can't switch change nothin for the radio
You don't have to play me hoe, I'ma still make my
I been albums since '92 and '93
would either call me for a tape or a quota key
For the dream, for the team, can't hang with Los
Battle me, I'm like "Man at least make it close"
M.C. Tortura-rap game
Ya'll when I did it on that song "Warriors"
That was '95 with the Most Hated group
All my enemies heard my and it made'em puke
since I hit the street, I been on a hittin streak
Straigt from the gutta, would you to take a little peek?
T and Dickie shorts, on da cut wit cold quarts
No time to go home, cook it with a torch
Old men on da watchin boyz come'n go
Life is a prison in the midst of runnin slow

[Chorus: SPM & Carolyn

Hustle slow or hustle fast, cages for who the cash
Others in a burried hole, no one understands
Trouble lands where it may, is neva choosy
If I try to ask 'why' the just confuse me
don't lose me, just hold tight, I know is gettin deep
Call me when you Dope nigga I don't need a friend
I been on a hustle I started cutting people yards
Then I started noticing the rims on these people
Hope that they sleepin hard I come back tonight
Next ya know I'm stopping hard at a traffic light
Ike, radio was programmed to oldies
Waitin on the light so that i can go please
A/C with cold breeze, blowin on a
I reach the pedal betta if I had a longa toe
Stop at the Stop'N'Go, I got no gas money
So I the gas first and holla, "Pay ya back buddy!"

SPM & Carolyn 2X:]
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