Luyện nghe bài hát Silicone - 1996

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

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

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

One more is related
body murdered, premeditated
Fallen to what 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 'cause I can't trust
out the skull and bones
Here comes the ill ass nigga the 357 chrome

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

Nigga,

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

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

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

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

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

Nigga,

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

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

I'm contemplatin' suicide
And like I told your ass before it no fuckin' heaven
I'm depressed, I'm panicked to never confess
I'm the one that put slugs in my moma chest

Premeditated always on my fuckin' mind
Body outlined chalk to walk the flat
You wanna what goes on in my maggot brain
It won't stop until the whole world feels my

Came in dependencies, suicidal tendencies
stress got me beggin' for eternal rest
I confess to the real, I'm out to kill a clone
I pop tittie that's silicone

Nigga,
Nigga, nigga,