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 wont ta
Jus let you have it wit a few
No need for runnin and cause wit this missle pack,i'm takin aim
Now all these methods, need to him
I took my sack out my pocket and a blunt as I diminished him
Intoxicated, number 1 pookie jus cant be faded
High off that dosha, I don ya I was bound to make it
Niggaz smoke, that drama I be tellin ya
Cause me and my stay on cloud 9 on tha regular
And sense we crooks, jus some killaz we 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 thea to tha
As tha words come out my mouth and grab hard by yo
Penetratin to yo nerves, sendin signals to yo
As I up on tha curve, do you forget I'm tha blame?
Wit tha finastatic, up my shirt to pistol I will grab it
Killin folks and smokin blunts, I'm lettin these niggaz it

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

Now look into tha eyes of a crook (whatcha see? )
Jus a crip azz high as he can be
Wit 3 mo crooks, in otha words, my motives
Be comin hard, I ya, and spittin shit so potent
And toastin to heavy burdens, I'm on my own
Gauge inside yo to solve tha problem at home
It's on, now tha on my back wit a tree
Damn I gotta hit a lick (naw you need to hit weed)
Stressin me is a baby momma and cryin
Man I she ain't lyin about this baby bein mine
And times is changin, you betta peep tha around you
Comin up I'm bound to a southside fool
Mr. pookie, mr. muffit, and c-pone
Rippin we see on
killa til we gon
Loan me them pistols so I can make a dismissal,
Wont need to dis you, you shitty like some tissue
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 come from way
Got em lost in tha maze betta yet I see you
Be amazed by tha power I posess, that I
Turn tha s to a p on yo muthafuckin
It's best you keep yo distance cause nigga I jus wont
Come on in my dimension and let's get some killin

Chorus

(pookie jus let me live, man)
Bitch would you let me
(huh? )
That's wha I
(gun shot)
Surprise nigga I hit that scene when you I wouldnt
Talkin shit to my now boy you really shouldnt
tha pack in tha back of me they really killaz
Cut you up, body nuthin but yo body shiver
Flossin bitch that you wit and really shit to me
Cause I don already that hoe
But you cant tell and you see
How a pimp that be me, be actin quiet and
Be quick to snatch yo bitch and leavin that hoochie body
Tha fun of her, lickin my and my azz
me to lick up on her, but hoe now I think I'll pass
I'd rather smoke on a I get so high I get tweeted
I try to stop smokin so much, keepin me weeded
Jus on off of me though don't wont no mo or no static
I'd rather reach for my gun, bust a pump, let some punk nigga it
This nigga don't know where I'm from homeboy you betta a look
Because I'm out of clean and dirty, stoneycrook

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