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, move a muscle I wont hesitate ta
Jus let you it wit a few thangz
No for runnin and duckin cause wit this missle pack,i'm takin aim
Now all these methods, need to him
I my sack out my pocket and smoked a blunt as I diminished him
Intoxicated, number 1 pookie jus cant be faded
off that dosha, I don told ya I was bound to make it
Niggaz smoke, forget drama I be tellin ya
me and my crooks stay on cloud 9 on tha regular
And sense we crooks, jus some we motivate to get cha
Pull out that knife and slit yo throat and watch yo body
Jus will peel ya, hollow is hittin quicker
Standin ova yo body and that blood spilla
Say hoe, jus have a seat and listen thea to tha
As tha words out my mouth and grab hard by yo feet
to yo nerves, sendin signals to yo brain
As I post up on tha curve, do you I'm tha blame?
Wit tha finastatic, lift up my shirt to pistol I grab it
Killin and smokin blunts, I'm lettin these niggaz have it

Visions of a one, loadin up an extra clip
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 mislead

Now look into tha eyes of a muthafuckin (whatcha see? )
Jus a azz nigga 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 to heavy burdens, nigga I'm on my own
Gauge inside yo dome to solve tha problem at
It's on, now tha pressure's on my wit a tree
Damn I gotta hit a (naw you need to hit that weed)
Stressin me is a baby momma gripin and
Man I hope she ain't lyin about baby bein mine
And is changin, you betta peep tha world around you
Comin up I'm bound to a southside clown
Mr. pookie, mr. muffit, and c-pone
beats we see on
Smokin til we gon
Loan me them pistols so I can make a dismissal,
Wont need to dis you, leave you like some tissue
Bitch you anotha havoc, cause boy I ain't gon it
My visions of a silent one tha automatic
Let you it wit tha gauge, buckshots come from every way
Got em lost in tha maze betta yet I see you
Be by tha power 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 dimension and let's get some killin

[x2]

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

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