Luyện nghe bài hát Silhouettes

(oohs at beginning)

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

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

Can't switch neva nothin for the radio
You don't have to play me hoe, still make my dough
I been sellin since '92 and '93
They would call me for a tape or a quota key
For the dream, for the team, can't nobody with Los
me, I'm like "Man at least tryta make it close"
M.C. Tortura-rap Sorcera
Ya'll rememba I did it on that song "Warriors"
was maybe '95 with the Most Hated group
All my enemies heard my voice and it puke
since I hit the street, I been on a hittin streak
Straigt from the gutta, would you to take a little peek?
Simple T and shorts, on da cut wit cold quarts
No time to go home, cook it with a blow
Old men on da porch watchin come'n go
Life is a prison in the midst of runnin slow

[Chorus: SPM & Carolyn

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

SPM & Carolyn 2X:]
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