Luyện nghe bài hát Silicone - 1996

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

Lord forbid, I do a bid, I never bid on a life
And if I did, it'd be a
I'm out to a clone
be actin' silicone, still it's on, still it's on

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

One is drug related
body murdered, premeditated
Fallen victim to what I
You don't understand me I'm dyslexic
My styles sick as anorexic

I don't sing church but bust shotguns
At ministers 'cause I can't none
out the skull and bones
Here comes the ill ass nigga with the 357

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

Nigga,

All I hear is your
Somebody's screamin' out my
I my uzi on a triple beam
Unload my magazine can't read me
Red all I hear so you wanna bleed me

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

You can't afford this, all this
Night train, come and ride the midnight brain
I need some therapy I my therapist
He got me pissed, 'cause I'm but a straight suicidalist

Idiotic, my symbiotic to a mad man
I'm to put a slug in an arean
And I'm for whatever, whenever, however
Is clever forever or for never

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

Nigga,

My wicked shit is wicked, niggaz bite it when I it
But I'm sick with this, so ridiculous
I believe in God, so it's odd
Every time I bust ill shit, screamin' "Oh my God"

I got the G-Lo, I got the
And it's to pop, pop, pop piggity, pop pop
And it stop it never did
The wicked shit'll never die, I have no for murder, shit

I'm contemplatin' 24-7
And like I told your ass before it ain't no fuckin'
I'm mannick depressed, I'm to never confess
I'm the one put them slugs in my moma chest

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

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

Nigga,
Nigga, nigga,