Luyện nghe bài hát Silicone - 1996

You wanna be dead,
you, you wanna be dead?
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, be a jacknife
I'm out to a clone
be actin' silicone, still it's on, still it's on

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

One more is related
body murdered, premeditated
Fallen victim to what I
You understand me 'cause I'm dyslexic
My styles come as anorexic

I don't sing songs but bust shotguns
At ministers 'cause I trust none
Break out the skull and
comes the ill ass nigga with the 357 chrome

And it goes on in my maggot
I remain insane to bring the pain with the
Niggaz with breasts I'll snatch yo' heart out chest
And stand like a 'cano possessed as I 'em
silicone leaks, nigga

Nigga,

All I hear is your
Somebody's out my name
I weigh my uzi on a beam
Unload my magazine niggaz read me
Red all I hear so you wanna bleed me

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

You can't this, all aboard this
train, come and ride the midnight maggot brain
I need some I shot my therapist
He got me pissed, 'cause I'm nothin' but a straight

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

So test one mad motherfucker
If you do, sucker, I'm a pop yo silicone

Nigga,

My shit 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
Every I bust ill shit, niggaz screamin' "Oh my God"

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

I'm contemplatin' suicide
And like I your ass before it ain't no fuckin' heaven
I'm mannick depressed, I'm panicked to confess
I'm the one that put them slugs in my chest

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

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

Nigga,
Nigga, nigga,