Luyện nghe bài hát Silicone - 1996

You be dead, nigga?
you, you wanna be dead?
Now how you lie 'cause kill you
Yeah, kill 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
be actin' silicone, still it's on, still it's on

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

One more is related
body murdered, premeditated
Fallen victim to I stated
You don't me 'cause I'm dyslexic
My styles come as anorexic

I don't church songs but bust shotguns
At ministers 'cause I can't trust
out the skull and bones
Here the ill ass nigga with the 357 chrome

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

Nigga,

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

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

You can't afford this, all this
Night train, and ride the midnight maggot brain
I some therapy I shot 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 forever or for never

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

Nigga,

My wicked shit is wicked, niggaz it when I kick it
But I'm sick this, it's so ridiculous
I don't believe in God, so odd
time 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 don't stop it did
The wicked never die, I have no alibi for murder, shit

I'm suicide 24-7
And like I told your ass before it no fuckin' heaven
I'm mannick depressed, I'm panicked to confess
I'm the one put them slugs in my moma chest

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

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

Nigga,
Nigga, nigga,