Luyện nghe bài hát Visions of a Silent One

[mr.
Comin up tha muthafuckin block, 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 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 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 stay on cloud 9 on tha regular
And sense we crooks, jus some we motivate to get cha
out that knife and slit yo throat and watch yo body shiver
Jus peel ya, hollow points is hittin quicker
Standin ova yo body and watchin that blood
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 to yo brain
As I up on tha curve, do you forget I'm tha blame?
Wit tha finastatic, lift up my 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 clip
Foes out to get me but these rounds will spill up out my
Trip and watch me throw some shit at yo
No clear description of this face coppers mislead

Now look into tha eyes of a crook (whatcha see? )
Jus a crip azz nigga 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
inside 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 (naw you need to hit that weed)
me is a baby momma gripin and cryin
Man I hope she ain't lyin about 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
Smokin til we gon
Loan me pistols so I can make a dismissal, what
Wont need to dis you, leave you shitty some tissue
you anotha havoc, cause boy I ain't 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 betta yet I see you dazed
Be amazed by tha power I posess, I stress
Turn tha s to a p on yo muthafuckin
best you keep yo distance cause nigga I jus wont listen
Come on in my dimension and get into some killin

[x2]

(pookie jus let me live, man)
would you let me live?
(huh? )
That's wha I
(gun shot)
Surprise nigga I hit that when you think I wouldnt
Talkin shit to my niggaz now boy you shouldnt
Cause tha pack in tha of me they really killaz
Cut you up, show nuthin but yo body shiver
that bitch that you wit and really shit to me
Cause I don already fucked hoe
But you tell and you cant see
How a that be me, be actin quiet and calm
Be quick to snatch yo bitch and leavin that hoochie numb
Tha fun of her, my back and my azz
Told me to lick up on her, but hoe now I think I'll
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 don't no mo or no static
I'd rather for my gun, bust a pump, let some punk nigga have it
This nigga know where I'm from homeboy you betta take a look
I'm out of clean and dirty, 13030 stoneycrook

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