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 like "Game, 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 more game than niggas at the
Who said I'll never go Platinum, 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 flip after doing in the feds
So peace to C-Murder, come to my hood see
Aint a in my city that you aint heard of
Bought up on the block, no love, black glocks, slugs
and we all fit glove
And I'ma keep name droppin' long as my poppin'
I mean long as the 'cane
All white knights, white Range, pipes, crack in the concrete
the ?
I switch cars superhead switch stars
You know why, cause I'm a bitch
F-ck ya book
I life like aint no money on my books bitch
I write the 16, you on the hook bitch
Dickin' em out, foreign I'm whippin' em out
gang bangin' since the first Pippen's 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 as the big apple
Its for my New York niggas thats in the hood
I done through Brooklyn, Queens, BX and Harlem
Only chase money, never chase the
to the law, thats how I became a target
Respected in every hood, bullet regardless
My glock got no feelings, hollows leave you
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 pot shots
Ridin' round figure out who got Pac shot
Cause that got BIG shot, nigga's try to out LA like big shot
Thats Billups, for you niggas who don't understand it
You rap niggas bitches, pitching underhanded
It's like soft balls at Derek Jeter
I keep it hood, never put money in parking
like the f-ck the US
I be on some over
28 rims rubber shit
Roll down the window f-ck this
up the endo, f-ck with this
Get it backward, yeah my shit that
No more medical weed, back to
No more Belvedere, Grey and tonic
Keep a nigga f-cked up with a mind like
Dont get ya nigga f-cked up, you the crime rate up

I hit a with the infra-red-red
thats 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 a rooftop
Or hit 'em up close, let 'em know that I'm a f-cking
Ghost-face, no trace for the jakes
When it to the base in the kitchen I'm a chef like Rae
Nas was U-God, I'm like "nah you God", right next to Rza as I'm lighting up the swisha
Pourin' out this liquor for my that 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' music like Mozart, Denzel, John Travolta, I play parts
Drive raggedy ass Bentely like its a go-kart
Aint been crazy I learned how to throw dart
Run up on his car, you a dead man
Nah, don't sweat it like Lebron James
Empty out the on anybody but Redman
I and you can Blackout 2
But I got vision on this muthaf-ckin infra-red-red

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

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