Luyện nghe bài hát Visions of a Silent One

[mr.
Comin up tha muthafuckin block, it's tha
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 cause wit this missle pack,i'm takin aim
Now all these methods, to finish him
I took my out my pocket and smoked a blunt as I diminished him
Intoxicated, rule number 1 pookie jus be faded
off that dosha, I don told ya I was bound to make it
Niggaz smoke, forget drama I be tellin ya
Cause me and my crooks 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 body
Jus will ya, hollow points is hittin quicker
ova yo body and watchin that blood spilla
Say hoe, jus have a seat and listen thea to tha
As tha come out my mouth and grab hard by yo feet
Penetratin to yo nerves, signals to yo brain
As I post up on tha curve, do you forget I'm tha
Wit tha finastatic, lift up my to pistol I will grab it
folks and smokin blunts, I'm lettin these niggaz have it

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

Now look into tha of a muthafuckin crook (whatcha see? )
Jus a crip azz nigga 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 dome to tha problem at home
It's on, now tha pressure's on my wit a tree
Damn I hit a lick (naw you need to hit that weed)
Stressin me is a momma gripin and cryin
Man I hope she ain't lyin about this baby bein
And times is changin, you peep tha world around you
Comin up I'm bound to a southside fool
Mr. pookie, mr. muffit, k-roc and
beats we see on
Smokin til we gon
Loan me pistols so I can make a dismissal, what
need to dis you, leave you shitty like some tissue
Bitch you anotha havoc, cause boy I gon have it
My visions of a one release tha automatic
Let you it wit tha gauge, buckshots come from every way
Got em lost in tha maze yet I see you dazed
Be by tha power I posess, that I stress
Turn tha s to a p on yo muthafuckin
It's you keep yo distance cause nigga I jus wont listen
Come on in my dimension and let's get some killin

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(pookie jus let me live, man)
Bitch you let me live?
(huh? )
wha I thought
(gun shot)
Surprise nigga I hit scene when you think I wouldnt
Talkin shit to my now boy you really shouldnt
Cause tha pack in tha back of me really killaz
Cut you up, body nuthin but yo body shiver
Flossin that bitch that you wit and really to me
Cause I don already fucked hoe
But you tell and you cant see
How a pimp be me, be actin quiet and calm
Be quick to snatch yo bitch and leavin that hoochie body
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 smoke on a blunt I get so high I get
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 for my gun, bust a pump, let some punk nigga have it
This nigga don't know where I'm from homeboy you take a look
Because I'm out of and dirty, 13030 stoneycrook

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