Luyện nghe bài hát InfraRED

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

Me and my
thats right, my infra-red-red
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 York niggas thats in the hood
I been through Brooklyn, Queens, BX and Harlem
Only money, never chase the stardom
to the law, thats how I became a target
Respected in hood, bullet proof regardless
My glock got no feelings, hollows leave you
like tryna swim in the shark pit
Will I ever go at Nas, no
Will I ever go at Jay, I don't
Stay em with pot shots
round tryna figure out who got Pac shot
Cause that got BIG shot, nigga's try to out LA like big shot
Thats Chauncey Billups, for you niggas who don't it
You rap like bitches, pitching underhanded
It's like throwin soft balls at Derek
I keep it hood, never put money in meters
like the the US government
I be on some shit
28 rims rubber shit
Roll the window f-ck with this
Roll up the endo, f-ck with
Get it backward, my shit that good
No medical weed, back to chronic
No Belvedere, Grey Goose and tonic
Keep a nigga f-cked up with a mind like
Dont get ya nigga up, you know the crime rate up

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

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And I can pop a nigga from a
Or hit 'em up close, let 'em know that I'm a killer
Ghost-face, no trace for the jakes
When it come to the base in the I'm a chef like Rae
Nas was like U-God, I'm like "nah you God", right next to Rza as I'm up the swisha
Pourin' out this liquor for my niggas that was bigger the ditches that they living
was put in by the triggers, they some niggas with some cold hearts
And you wonder why I walk around like my soul long, black on
Writin' like Mozart, Denzel, John Travolta, I play both parts
this raggedy ass Bentely like its a go-kart
Aint been crazy since I learned how to dart
Run up on his muthaf-cking car, you a man
Nah, don't sweat it like Lebron James
out the clip on anybody but Redman
I and you can Blackout 2
But I got night on this 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 shit right, nigga
Yeah, shout out to for no reason at all
n Dre them my niggas, my brothers
Thats my family for life