Luyện nghe bài hát Silence ["Featuring Graveyard Shift"]

Krayzie, Sin, and Mentality 1999

Silence(Silence) is nessecary/ Don't them who you are
Sin
Formulate a different tactic/ Let's sing No stereotypical categorizin'/
above all
Make-shift realities/ Fantasies misconstrued the thoughts of men/ They
cough as lungs
poisonous gases/ Oh well, I guess I'll just protect myself and good
health/ Done out
the wickedest hand man has ever dealt/ I like dyin' just the other day 'cause
Satan was
Walkin' too close by my side/ Stay still; Please don't move! Your you could
lose/ No
Where's my You'll find out soon enough/ All right, I'll ride/ In due
time, we'll get our
to die/ Hold on to my mind/ No use for guns or drugs, more love/ But, yet,
and
Slugs gets fired off Immorally destroyin' my holy oracle, but I just
it though
Keep a pace, just movin' slow, slow, just movin' slow


As I sit in my livin' room, chillin' in my thug mood/ I begin to hear
comin' from the other
So I my Nintendo, then I walk over to the window/ Is it paranoya from the

Then 'cause I thought, then I thought; run and get the pump, "Who goes

What the fuck you want?" 'cause I done off that bud and I'm a buck a
down, You on my
So you got another round/ All of the sudden I heard a crash, my first
was to
But the Mossberg didn't last so I had to dash/ Run upstairs, I was and

But I managed to make it to the top, to my artillery shop/ I was but I
hear the sounds
comin'/ I don't know, they must think I got some money, and a Mac-11/ Jet
into the bedroom, myself
in, the clip is in / 'em a lesson it ain't healthy to rob/ They fin
to slip on the job soon as twist on the knob, just like I figured when they
it
The AK-47 was hot, I had to it, but I emptied it/ The Mac-11 I get, and hit
the up from head to toe
A nigga escapin' but I was out the Here I go, I hit the ground "Uh",
then I look
Shake the fall, hopped in the Benz and hauled/ in my niggas let's get ready
for war, I I
killed 'em all, but I know they'll be sendin' more/ So when they come back
I say we
show 'em that don't mean a thang, and this is a gun, and this is your
Rest In Peace
you're not me/ Truly Mr. Leatherface, I dedicate this...


Fight, movin' in the night (Watch out!) Daylight, takin' slow might outrun
the
Never to rely on murda/ Enter my life, but life's so strange and hectic/
All backwards/
shelled/ The killin' factor in The streets is hell/ You can tell by the
smell/ Off with his
Oh well! You know they don't a damn if that make the weak mind feel the
same/ It's a
how they watch you, stalk you; pinnin' every step I make, every breath I
take/ Makin' it
for the next man to get his hands on a 38/ be buckin' on niggas in these
last days, but
for the Can't stay focused, causin' ruckus/ The devil done played with the
like a puppet
Now we all in fucked shit/ That's why silence is necessary/ Don't 'em who
you are by far
you tell them who you are