Luyện nghe bài hát InfraRED

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

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

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

I hit a nigga with the
thats right, the infra-red-red
All I is the inferared-red
the gun as long 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 for the jakes
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 next to Rza as I'm lighting up the
Pourin' out this liquor for my niggas was bigger than the ditches that they living
That was put in by the triggers, they some niggas with cold hearts
And you wonder why I walk around like my soul long, hoody on
Writin' like Mozart, Denzel, John Travolta, I play both parts
Drive this raggedy ass Bentely like its a
Aint been since I learned how to throw dart
Run up on his car, you a dead man
Nah, don't it like Lebron James headband
Empty out the clip on anybody but
I Blackout and you can 2
But I got night vision on muthaf-ckin infra-red-red

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

Niggas know what the it is everytime we do this shit
We do this shit right,
Yeah, shout out to for no reason at all
n Dre them my niggas, my brothers
Thats my family for life