Luyện nghe bài hát Silicone - 1996

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nigga,

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

I pop like corns, stickin' niggaz like thorns
And I yawns at your funeral while your mourns
I'm not inclined to in my mind
I'll be 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 some therapy I shot my therapist
He got me pissed, 'cause I'm nothin' but a suicidalist

Idiotic, my voodoo's 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 test one mad
If you do, dick sucker, I'm a pop yo

Nigga,

My wicked shit is wicked, bite it when I kick it
But I'm with this, it's so ridiculous
I don't 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 don't stop it did
The wicked shit'll never die, I have no for murder, shit

I'm suicide 24-7
And like I told your ass before it ain't no 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 mind
outlined chalk to walk the flat line
You wanna what goes on in my maggot brain
It won't stop until the world feels my pain

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

Nigga,
Nigga, nigga,