Luyện nghe bài hát InfraRED

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Red Rose, cellar
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 islands or no
I've been lost in Compton with some drug
I bought the loved it, hit the block hugged it
Em spit crack the Aftermath oven is a muthaf-cker
But I seen it in years
survive like niggas threw me off the first tier
Still the gutta, spit the most butta
My got more game than niggas at the Rucker
Who said never go Platinum, never drop a Phantom
I park my shit at every strip in Atlanta
Peace to my nigga T.I. for keeping a level
Niggas I know flip after bids in the feds
So to C-Murder, come to my hood see murder
Aint a street in my city that you aint of
up on the block, no love, black glocks, chrome slugs
and we all fit glove
And I'ma keep name long as my name poppin'
I long as the 'cane poppin'
All white knights, white Range, white pipes, crack in the
the ?
I switch cars like superhead switch
You why, cause I'm a crook bitch
F-ck ya book
I live life like aint no money on my books
I write the 16, you sing on the hook
Dickin' em out, foreign cars I'm em out
Been gang bangin' since the Pippen's was out

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

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

I hit a nigga with the
Yeah thats right, the
All I is the inferared-red
F-ck the gun as as its infrared-red

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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 to the base in the kitchen I'm a chef like Rae
Nas was like U-God, I'm "nah you God", right next to Rza as I'm lighting up the swisha
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 my soul long, black hoody on
Writin' music like Mozart, Denzel, John Travolta, I play 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 it like Lebron James headband
Empty out the on anybody but Redman
I and you can Blackout 2
But I got night vision on this muthaf-ckin

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

Niggas know what the it is everytime we do this shit
We do shit right, nigga
Yeah, out to Redman for no reason at all
Cool n Dre my niggas, my brothers
my family for life nigga's