Luyện nghe bài hát Silicone - 1996

You wanna be dead,
Yeah you, you be dead?
Now how you lie I'll kill you
Yeah, kill ya

Lord forbid, I do a bid, I bid on a sucka's life
And if I did, be a jacknife
I'm out to a clone
Nigga be actin' silicone, still on, still it's on

In my hour, I clock the glock
Death is certain, is not
I got 13 ways, than 7 days
To my wicked ways before I'm off to an early grave

One is drug related
Another murdered, premeditated
Fallen victim to I stated
You don't understand me 'cause I'm
My styles sick as anorexic

I don't sing church songs but shotguns
At ministers I can't trust none
out the skull and bones
Here comes the ill ass nigga the 357 chrome

And it goes on in my brain
I remain to bring the pain with the migraine
Niggaz with breasts I'll snatch yo' out 'cho chest
And stand like a possessed as I finish 'em
silicone leaks, nigga

Nigga,

All I hear is your
Somebody's out my name
I weigh my uzi on a beam
Unload my niggaz can't read me
Red rums all I hear so you wanna me

I pop niggaz corns, stickin' niggaz like thorns
And I at your funeral while your family mourns
I'm not to sympathize in my mind
I'll be glad you in a body bag for bed time

You afford this, all aboard this
Night train, and ride the midnight maggot brain
I need therapy I shot my therapist
He got me pissed, 'cause I'm but a straight suicidalist

Idiotic, my symbiotic to a mad man
I'm down to put a in an arean
And I'm for whatever, whenever, however
Is clever whether forever or for

So don't one mad motherfucker
If you do, dick sucker, I'm a pop yo

Nigga,

My wicked shit is wicked, niggaz it when I kick it
But I'm sick with this, it's so
I don't believe in God, so odd
Every time I bust ill shit, niggaz "Oh my God"

I got the G-Lo, I got the
And cocked to pop, pop, pop piggity, pop pop
And it don't stop it did
The wicked shit'll never die, I have no alibi for murder,

I'm contemplatin' suicide
And I told your ass before it ain't no fuckin' heaven
I'm mannick depressed, I'm panicked to never
I'm the one that put them in my moma chest

Premeditated murder's always on my fuckin'
Body chalk to walk the flat line
You wanna know what goes on in my maggot
It won't stop until the whole feels my pain

Came in cold dependencies, tendencies
Mental stress got me for eternal rest
I must to the real, I'm out to kill a clone
I pop tittie niggaz that's

Nigga,
Nigga, nigga,