Luyện nghe bài hát InfraRED

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Red Rose, cellar
No body, no casket, just blood
I aint a dead President but I millions
like "Game, where ya been?"
Yeh Blood
But not on no islands or no
been lost 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 seen it in
Still survive niggas threw me off the first tier
Still the most gutta, the most butta
My album's got game than niggas at the Rucker
Who I'll never go Platinum, never drop a Phantom
I park my at every strip club in Atlanta
Peace to my nigga T.I. for keeping a head
Niggas I know after doing bids in the feds
So peace to C-Murder, to my hood see murder
Aint a street in my city that you aint of
Bought up on the block, no love, black glocks, slugs
and we all fit OJ's
And I'ma keep droppin' long as my name poppin'
I mean long as the poppin'
All white knights, white Range, white pipes, in the concrete
the ?
I switch like superhead switch stars
You why, cause I'm a crook bitch
F-ck ya bitch
I life like aint no money on my books bitch
I write the 16, you sing on the bitch
Dickin' em out, foreign cars I'm em out
Been bangin' since the first Pippen's was out

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

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

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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
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, black on
Writin' music like Mozart, Denzel, John Travolta, I both parts
Drive this raggedy ass Bentely its a go-kart
Aint been crazy since I 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 muthaf-ckin

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

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