Luyện nghe bài hát Silicone

You be dead, nigga?
Yeah you, you be dead?
Now how you lie I'll kill 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
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, less than 7
To my wicked ways before I'm off to an early grave

One more is related
Another murdered, premeditated
victim to what I stated
You don't understand me 'cause I'm
My come sick as anorexic

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

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 screams
Somebody's screamin' out my
I weigh my uzi on a triple
Unload my magazine can't read me
Red rums all I hear so you wanna me

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

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

Idiotic, my symbiotic to a mad man
I'm down to put a in an arean
And I'm down for whatever, whenever,
Is clever whether or for never

So test one mad motherfucker
If you do, dick sucker, I'm a pop yo

Nigga,

My wicked shit is wicked, niggaz bite it I kick it
But I'm sick with this, it's so
I don't in God, so it's odd
time I bust ill shit, niggaz screamin' "Oh my God"

I got the G-Lo, I got the
And it's 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 like I your ass before it ain't no fuckin' heaven
I'm mannick depressed, I'm panicked to never
I'm the one that put slugs in my moma chest

Premeditated murder's always on my fuckin'
Body outlined to walk the flat line
You know what goes on in my maggot brain
It won't stop the whole world feels my pain

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

Nigga,
Nigga, nigga,