Luyện nghe bài hát Visions of a Silent One

[mr.
Comin up tha block, it's tha undertaker
Jus throw yo hands in tha air, don't move a muscle I hesitate ta
Jus let you have it wit a few
No for runnin and duckin cause wit this missle pack,i'm takin aim
Now all methods, need to finish him
I took my sack out my pocket and smoked a as I diminished him
Intoxicated, rule 1 pookie jus cant be faded
off that dosha, I don told ya I was bound to make it
Niggaz smoke, forget that I be tellin ya
Cause me and my crooks stay on cloud 9 on tha
And sense we crooks, jus some we motivate to get cha
Pull out that knife and slit yo throat and watch yo shiver
Jus peel ya, hollow points is hittin quicker
Standin ova yo body and watchin blood spilla
Say hoe, jus have a seat and listen to tha beat
As tha words come out my mouth and hard by yo feet
Penetratin to yo nerves, sendin signals to yo
As I post up on tha curve, do you forget I'm tha
Wit tha finastatic, lift up my shirt to pistol I grab it
Killin folks and smokin blunts, I'm lettin these have it

Visions of a silent one, loadin up an clip
Foes out to get me but these rounds will spill up out my
Trip and watch me some shit at yo head
No clear description of this face coppers mislead

Now look tha eyes of a muthafuckin crook (whatcha see? )
Jus a crip azz high as he can be
Wit them 3 mo crooks, in otha words, my
Be comin hard, I told ya, and spittin shit so
And toastin to burdens, nigga I'm on my own
Gauge inside yo to solve tha problem at home
It's on, now tha pressure's on my back wit a
I gotta hit a lick (naw you need to hit that weed)
Stressin me is a momma gripin and cryin
Man I hope she lyin about this baby bein mine
And times is changin, you betta peep tha world you
Comin up I'm bound to a clown fool
Mr. pookie, mr. muffit, and c-pone
Rippin we see on
Smokin til we gon
Loan me them pistols so I can a dismissal, what
Wont need to dis you, leave you shitty like some
Bitch you anotha havoc, cause boy I ain't gon it
My visions of a one release tha automatic
Let you have it wit tha gauge, buckshots from every way
Got em in tha maze betta yet I see you dazed
Be by tha power I posess, that I stress
tha s to a p on yo muthafuckin chest
It's best you keep yo distance cause nigga I jus wont
Come on in my dimension and get into some killin

Chorus

(pookie jus let me live, man)
Bitch you let me live?
(huh? )
wha I thought
(gun shot)
Surprise nigga I hit that scene when you think I
shit to my niggaz now boy you really shouldnt
Cause tha pack in tha back of me they really
Cut you up, body show but yo body shiver
that bitch that you wit and really shit to me
Cause I don fucked that hoe
But you tell and you cant see
How a pimp be me, be actin quiet and calm
Be quick to snatch yo and leavin that hoochie body numb
Tha fun of her, my back and my azz
Told me to lick up on her, but hoe now I I'll pass
I'd rather on a blunt I get so high I get tweeted
I try to stop smokin so much, k-roc keepin me
Jus back on off of me though wont no mo or no static
I'd rather reach for my gun, bust a pump, let some nigga have it
This nigga don't know where I'm from you betta take a look
Because I'm out of clean and dirty, 13030

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