Luyện nghe bài hát Silicone - 1996

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

Lord forbid, I do a bid, I never bid on a life
And if I did, be a jacknife
I'm out to kill a
Nigga be actin' silicone, still 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 ways before I'm off to an early grave

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

I don't church songs but bust shotguns
At 'cause I can't trust none
Break out the skull and
Here comes the ill ass nigga with the 357

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

Nigga,

All I hear is your
screamin' out my name
I weigh my uzi on a beam
Unload my niggaz can't read me
Red rums all I hear so you wanna me

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

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

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

So don't 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 this, it's 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 stop it never did
The wicked shit'll die, I have no alibi for murder, shit

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

murder's always on my fuckin' mind
Body chalk to walk the flat line
You wanna know what goes on in my brain
It stop until the whole world feels my pain

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

Nigga,
Nigga, nigga,