Luyện nghe bài hát Silicone

You be dead, nigga?
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, it'd be a
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, less than 7
To change my wicked ways before I'm off to an early

One is drug related
Another murdered, premeditated
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 ministers 'cause I can't none
Break out the and bones
comes 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 I'll snatch yo' heart out chest
And stand like a 'cano possessed as I 'em
Your leaks, nigga

Nigga,

All I is your screams
Somebody's out my name
I my uzi on a triple beam
Unload my magazine niggaz can't me
Red rums all I so you wanna bleed me

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

You can't afford this, all this
Night train, come and the midnight maggot brain
I need some therapy I 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 for whatever, whenever, however
Is whether forever or for never

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

Nigga,

My wicked is wicked, niggaz bite it when I kick it
But I'm sick with this, so ridiculous
I don't believe in God, so odd
Every time I bust ill shit, 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 have no for murder, shit

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

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

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

Nigga,
Nigga, nigga,