Luyện nghe bài hát Silicone - 1996

You wanna be dead,
Yeah you, you wanna be
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 a clone
Nigga be actin' silicone, still on, still it's on

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

One more is drug
body murdered, premeditated
Fallen to what I stated
You don't understand me 'cause I'm
My styles come sick as

I sing church songs but bust shotguns
At ministers 'cause I trust none
out the skull and bones
Here the ill ass nigga with the 357 chrome

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

Nigga,

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

I pop niggaz like corns, niggaz like thorns
And I yawns at your funeral while your 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 this
Night train, come and ride the maggot brain
I need therapy I shot my therapist
He got me pissed, 'cause I'm nothin' but a straight

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

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

Nigga,

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

I'm contemplatin' 24-7
And like I told 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

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

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

Nigga,
Nigga, nigga,