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 it wit a few thangz
No need for runnin and duckin cause wit missle pack,i'm takin aim
Now all these methods, to finish him
I took my sack out my and smoked a blunt as I diminished him
Intoxicated, rule number 1 pookie jus be faded
High off that dosha, I don told ya I was bound to it
Niggaz smoke, that drama I be tellin ya
me and my crooks stay on cloud 9 on tha regular
And sense we crooks, jus killaz we motivate to get cha
Pull out that knife and slit yo throat and yo body shiver
Jus peel ya, hollow points is hittin quicker
Standin ova yo body and watchin that spilla
Say hoe, jus a seat and listen thea 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 I'm tha blame?
Wit tha finastatic, lift up my shirt to I will grab it
Killin folks and smokin blunts, I'm these niggaz have it

Visions of a silent one, up an extra clip
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 face leavin 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 so potent
And toastin to burdens, nigga I'm on my own
Gauge inside yo dome to solve tha at home
It's on, now tha on my back wit a tree
I gotta hit a lick (naw you need to hit that weed)
Stressin me is a baby momma and cryin
Man I hope she lyin about this baby bein mine
And times is changin, you betta peep tha around you
Comin up I'm to a southside clown fool
Mr. pookie, mr. muffit, and c-pone
Rippin we see on
killa til we gon
Loan me them pistols so I can a dismissal, what
Wont need to dis you, leave you shitty like tissue
Bitch you anotha havoc, cause boy I ain't gon it
My visions of a silent one tha automatic
Let you have it wit tha gauge, buckshots come every way
Got em lost in tha betta yet I see you dazed
Be amazed by tha power I posess, that I
tha s to a p on yo muthafuckin chest
It's best you keep yo cause nigga I jus wont listen
on in my dimension and let's get into some killin

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

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