Luyện nghe bài hát Visions of a Silent One

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Comin up tha block, it's tha undertaker
Jus yo hands in tha air, don't move a muscle I wont hesitate ta
Jus let you have it wit a few
No need for runnin and duckin cause wit this missle pack,i'm aim
Now all methods, need to finish him
I my sack out my pocket and smoked 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, that drama I be tellin ya
Cause me and my crooks stay on 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 will peel ya, points is hittin quicker
Standin ova yo and watchin that blood spilla
Say hoe, jus have a seat and listen to tha beat
As tha words come out my mouth and grab by yo feet
to yo nerves, sendin signals to yo brain
As I post up on tha curve, do you forget I'm tha
Wit tha finastatic, lift up my shirt to I will grab it
Killin folks and smokin blunts, I'm lettin niggaz have 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 shit at yo head
No clear description of this face coppers mislead

Now look into tha of a muthafuckin crook (whatcha see? )
Jus a azz nigga high as he can be
Wit them 3 mo crooks, in words, my motives
Be comin hard, I told ya, and spittin shit so
And to heavy 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 baby momma and cryin
Man I hope she ain't lyin about this baby 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 pistols so I can make a dismissal, what
Wont need to dis you, leave you like some tissue
Bitch you havoc, cause boy I ain't gon have it
My visions of a one release 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 by tha power I posess, that I stress
Turn tha s to a p on yo muthafuckin
It's best you keep yo distance cause nigga I jus listen
Come on in my dimension and let's get into some

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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 that scene when you think I
Talkin shit to my now boy you really shouldnt
Cause tha pack in tha back of me they really
Cut you up, body show but yo body shiver
Flossin that bitch you wit and really shit to me
Cause I don already that hoe
But you cant and you cant see
How a pimp that be me, be actin 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 lick up on her, but hoe now I I'll pass
I'd rather smoke on a blunt I get so I get tweeted
I try to stop so much, k-roc keepin me weeded
Jus back on off of me don't wont no mo or no static
I'd rather reach for my gun, bust a pump, let some punk have it
This nigga don't where I'm from homeboy you betta take a look
I'm out of clean and dirty, 13030 stoneycrook

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