Luyện nghe bài hát InfraRED

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Red Rose, white
No body, no casket, just blood
I a dead President but I love millions
They like "Game, ya been?"
Yeh Blood
But not on no or no villa's
I've been lost in Compton some drug dealers
I the Relapse loved 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 butta
My album's got game than niggas at the Rucker
Who said I'll never go Platinum, never drop a
I park my shit at every strip club in
to my nigga T.I. for keeping a level head
Niggas I know flip doing bids in the feds
So peace to C-Murder, come to my see murder
Aint a in my city that you aint heard of
Bought up on the block, no love, glocks, chrome slugs
and we all fit glove
And I'ma keep name droppin' long as my poppin'
I mean long as the 'cane
All knights, white Range, white pipes, crack in the concrete
the ?
I switch like superhead switch stars
You why, cause I'm a crook bitch
ya book bitch
I live life like no money on my books bitch
I write the 16, you sing on the bitch
Dickin' em out, foreign I'm whippin' em out
Been gang bangin' since the first was out

Me and my
Yeah right, my infra-red-red
All I need is my
So f-ck the gun as long as its

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

I hit a nigga the infra-red-red
Yeah 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 from a rooftop
Or hit 'em up close, let 'em know that I'm a killer
like Ghost-face, no for the jakes
it come 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 that was bigger than the ditches they living
was put in by the triggers, they some niggas with some cold hearts
And you wonder why I walk like my soul long, black hoody on
Writin' music like Mozart, Denzel, John Travolta, I both 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 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 infra-red-red

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

Niggas know the f-ck 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