Luyện nghe bài hát InfraRED

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Red Rose, cellar
No body, no casket, blood spillin'
I aint a dead but I love millions
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 it, hit the block hugged it
Em still spit crack the Aftermath is a muthaf-cker
But I seen it in years
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 never go Platinum, never drop a Phantom
I park my shit at every club in Atlanta
Peace to my nigga T.I. for keeping a level
Niggas I know flip doing bids in the feds
So peace to C-Murder, to my hood see murder
Aint a in my city that you aint heard of
up on the block, no love, black glocks, chrome slugs
and we all fit OJ's
And I'ma keep name droppin' long as my name
I mean long as the poppin'
All white knights, white Range, pipes, crack in the concrete
the ?
I cars like superhead switch stars
You know why, cause I'm a bitch
ya book bitch
I live life like aint no on my books bitch
I write the 16, you on the hook bitch
Dickin' em out, foreign cars I'm em out
gang bangin' since the first Pippen's was out

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

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Same as the big apple
Its for my New York thats in the hood clappin'
I done through Brooklyn, Queens, BX and Harlem
Only money, never chase the stardom
to the law, thats how I became a target
Respected in every hood, bullet regardless
My glock got no feelings, hollows you heartless
Retaliation like swim in the shark pit
Will I ever go at Nas, no
Will I ever go at Jay, I know
Stay em with pot shots
Ridin' round figure out who got Pac shot
Cause that got BIG shot, try to take out LA like big shot
Thats Chauncey Billups, for you niggas who don't it
You rap niggas like bitches, underhanded
It's like throwin balls at Derek Jeter
I keep it hood, never put money in parking
the f-ck the US government
I be on some over
28 inch rims shit
Roll the window f-ck with this
up the endo, f-ck with this
Get it backward, my shit that good
No medical weed, back to chronic
No more Belvedere, Goose 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 nigga with the
Yeah right, the infra-red-red
All I need is the
F-ck the gun as long as its

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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 come to the 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
out this liquor for my niggas that 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 like my soul long, black on
Writin' music like Mozart, Denzel, John Travolta, I both parts
Drive this raggedy ass Bentely like its a
Aint been crazy since I how to throw 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 vision on this muthaf-ckin infra-red-red

Yeah right, the infra-red-red
All I need is the
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 Redman for no at all
Cool n Dre them my niggas, my
Thats my family for nigga's