Luyện nghe bài hát InfraRED

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Red Rose, cellar
No body, no casket, blood spillin'
I aint a dead President but I love
like "Game, where ya been?"
Yeh Blood
But not on no islands or no
I've been in Compton with some drug dealers
I bought the Relapse loved it, hit the block it
Em still crack the Aftermath oven is a muthaf-cker
But I aint it in years
Still survive like niggas me off the first tier
Still the most gutta, spit the butta
My album's got game than niggas at the Rucker
Who said I'll never go Platinum, drop a Phantom
I park my shit at every strip club in
Peace to my T.I. for keeping a level head
Niggas I know after doing bids in the feds
So to C-Murder, come to my hood see murder
Aint a street in my city you aint heard of
Bought up on the block, no love, black glocks, chrome
and we all fit OJ's
And I'ma name droppin' long as my name poppin'
I mean long as the 'cane
All knights, white Range, white pipes, crack in the concrete
the ?
I switch cars superhead switch stars
You why, cause I'm a crook bitch
ya book bitch
I life like aint no money on my books bitch
I write the 16, you sing on the hook
Dickin' em out, foreign cars I'm em out
Been gang bangin' the first Pippen's was out

Me and my
Yeah thats right, my
All I need is my
So f-ck the gun as as its infrared-red

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

I hit a with the infra-red-red
Yeah right, the infra-red-red
All I need is the
F-ck the gun as as its infrared-red

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And I can pop a nigga from a
Or hit 'em up close, let 'em know I'm a f-cking killer
like Ghost-face, no trace for the
When it to the base in the kitchen I'm a chef like Rae
Nas was like U-God, I'm like "nah you God", right to Rza as I'm lighting up the swisha
Pourin' out this liquor for my niggas 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' like Mozart, Denzel, John Travolta, I play both parts
Drive this raggedy ass Bentely like its a
Aint been crazy I learned how to throw dart
Run up on his car, you a dead man
Nah, sweat it like Lebron James headband
Empty out the clip on but Redman
I and you can Blackout 2
But I got night vision on this infra-red-red

Yeah right, the infra-red-red
All I is the inferared-red
F-ck the gun as long as its

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