Luyện nghe bài hát InfraRED

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Red Rose, white
No body, no casket, just spillin'
I a dead President but I love millions
They like "Game, ya been?"
Yeh chillin'
But not on no islands or no
I've been lost in Compton with some drug
I bought the loved it, hit the block hugged it
Em still spit crack the Aftermath is a muthaf-cker
But I aint seen it in
Still survive niggas threw me off the first tier
the most gutta, spit the most butta
My album's got more game than at the Rucker
Who I'll never go Platinum, never drop a Phantom
I park my shit at every club in Atlanta
Peace to my nigga T.I. for keeping a level
Niggas I know flip after doing in the feds
So peace to C-Murder, come to my hood see
Aint a street in my city you aint heard of
Bought up on the block, no love, glocks, chrome slugs
and we all fit glove
And I'ma keep name droppin' as my name poppin'
I mean as the 'cane poppin'
All white knights, white Range, white pipes, in the concrete
the ?
I switch cars like superhead stars
You why, cause I'm a crook bitch
F-ck ya bitch
I live life like aint no money on my books
I write the 16, you on the hook bitch
Dickin' em out, cars I'm whippin' em out
Been gang bangin' since the first was out

Me and my
Yeah thats right, my
All I is my inferared-red
So the gun as long as its infrared-red

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Same colour as the big
Its for my New York niggas thats in the clappin'
I done been through Brooklyn, Queens, BX and
Only money, never chase the stardom
Back to the law, thats how I became a
in every hood, bullet proof regardless
My got no feelings, hollows leave you heartless
Retaliation like tryna in the shark pit
Will I ever go at Nas, no
Will I ever go at Jay, I don't
Stay hittin em pot shots
Ridin' round figure out who got Pac shot
Cause that got BIG shot, nigga's try to take out LA big shot
Thats Chauncey Billups, for you who don't understand it
You rap like bitches, pitching underhanded
like throwin soft balls at Derek Jeter
I it hood, never put money in parking meters
the f-ck the US government
I be on some shit
28 rims rubber shit
Roll down the f-ck with this
Roll up the endo, f-ck with
Get it backward, yeah my shit that
No more weed, back to chronic
No more Belvedere, Grey Goose and
a nigga f-cked up with a mind state like
Dont get ya nigga f-cked up, you know the rate up

I hit a nigga with the
Yeah thats right, the
All I is the inferared-red
F-ck the gun as as its infrared-red

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And I can pop a nigga a rooftop
Or hit 'em up close, let 'em know I'm a f-cking killer
like Ghost-face, no trace for the
When it come to the in the kitchen I'm a chef like Rae
Nas was like U-God, I'm "nah you God", right next to Rza as I'm lighting up the swisha
out this liquor for my niggas that was bigger than the ditches that they living
That was put in by the triggers, they some with some cold hearts
And you wonder why I walk around my soul long, black hoody on
Writin' music like Mozart, Denzel, John Travolta, I play parts
Drive raggedy ass Bentely like its a go-kart
Aint been crazy since I learned how to dart
Run up on his car, you a dead man
Nah, don't sweat it like Lebron headband
Empty out the on anybody but Redman
I Blackout and you can 2
But I got night vision on this muthaf-ckin

Yeah thats right, the
All I need is the
F-ck the gun as long as its

Niggas know the f-ck it is everytime we do this shit
We do this shit right,
Yeah, out to Redman for no reason at all
Cool n Dre my niggas, my brothers
Thats my for life nigga's