Luyện nghe bài hát Silicone - 1996

You be dead, nigga?
Yeah you, you be dead?
Now how you lie I'll kill you
Yeah, I'll 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 kill a
Nigga be actin' silicone, it's on, still it's on

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

One more is drug
Another murdered, premeditated
Fallen victim to what I
You understand me 'cause I'm dyslexic
My styles sick as anorexic

I don't church songs but bust shotguns
At ministers 'cause I can't none
Break out the and bones
Here the ill ass nigga with the 357 chrome

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

Nigga,

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

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

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

Idiotic, my voodoo's to a mad man
I'm down to put a in an arean
And I'm for whatever, whenever, however
Is clever whether or for never

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

Nigga,

My wicked shit is wicked, bite it when I kick it
But I'm sick with this, so ridiculous
I believe in God, so it's 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 it never did
The wicked shit'll never die, I have no alibi for murder,

I'm contemplatin' 24-7
And like I told your ass before it no fuckin' heaven
I'm depressed, I'm panicked to never confess
I'm the one put them slugs in my moma chest

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

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

Nigga,
Nigga, nigga,