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 a muscle I wont hesitate 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 methods, need to finish 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 told ya I was 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 will peel ya, hollow is hittin quicker
Standin ova yo body and that 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 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
Killin folks and smokin blunts, I'm these niggaz have it

Visions of a silent one, loadin up an clip
out to get me but these rounds will 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 azz nigga high as he can be
Wit them 3 mo crooks, in otha words, my
Be comin hard, I ya, and spittin shit so potent
And toastin to heavy burdens, I'm on my own
Gauge yo dome to solve tha problem at home
It's on, now tha pressure's on my wit a tree
Damn I gotta hit a lick (naw you to hit that weed)
me is a baby momma gripin and cryin
Man I hope she ain't lyin about this bein mine
And times is changin, you betta peep tha around you
Comin up I'm bound to a southside clown
Mr. pookie, mr. muffit, k-roc and
beats 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 tissue
you anotha havoc, cause boy I ain't gon have it
My visions of a silent one release tha
Let you have it wit tha gauge, come from every way
Got em lost in tha betta yet I see you dazed
Be amazed by tha 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 and let's get into some killin

[x2]

(pookie jus let me live, man)
Bitch would you let me
(huh? )
wha I thought
(gun shot)
Surprise nigga I hit that scene when you I wouldnt
shit to my niggaz now boy you really shouldnt
Cause tha in tha back of me they really killaz
Cut you up, body show nuthin but yo shiver
Flossin that that you wit and really shit to me
Cause I don already fucked hoe
But you cant and you cant see
How a pimp that be me, be actin quiet and
Be quick to snatch yo bitch and leavin that body numb
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 smoke 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 don't no mo or no static
I'd rather reach for my gun, a pump, let some punk nigga have it
This nigga don't where I'm from homeboy you betta take a look
Because I'm out of and dirty, 13030 stoneycrook

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