Luyện nghe bài hát Red Bandana

not!
street
the
boy
charli baltimore (he a red bandana)

we are the gang
free
fuckers! (he wears a red bandana)

on the front of murder dog (he a)
on the cover of the source you see (he a red bandana)
the whole know (he wears a)
every nigga in the hood know (he a red bandana)
50 told the (he wears a)
why you on me and tell em that (he wears a red bandana)
all the pirus know (he a)
even my crip niggas (he wears a red bandana)

1]
chea
dear god let me clense my soul/ throw all the rims and the gold/
o no I cant do that/ do I love god? True dat/ but I got a gun so move
im loco like 5 eses in the side of ridin on low pros/
im a renegade ride the 44/ been a gangbanger all my life, fuck the popo/
I aint never been a cocky kid/ know they kill me if they shot pac and big/
but I let my bandana hang/ in the of angles we gangbang/
I move that chronic and way before I met 50, banks, buck and yayo/
ask eminem, even dr. dre I put one in last ten in the range rov/
used to push rock like jay hov/ you better lay low when the ak blow/
or get wings and a halo/ run to the hood and em im the nigga they gotta pray for/
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
I said run to the hood and tell em im the nigga they gotta for, lay low and stay low

on the of murder dog (he wears a)
on the cover of the you see (he wears a red bandana)
the whole world (he wears a)
every nigga in the hood know (he a red bandana)
50 told the nypd (he a)
why you snitch on me and tell em (he wears a red bandana)
all the pirus know (he a)
my crip niggas know (he wears a red bandana)

2]
chea
im a gangbanger dont get it fucked up/ you aint never bang, you aint never laces up/
so how the fuck you gon criticize me/ I the reason niggas is bangin the nyc/
makin bullshit threats on the m.i.c./ I dont wake up in cold sweats I sleep/
I live comfortably/ with a red rag tied around the 45 in case try to come for me/
mad cause I started my own company/ I dont know what the niggas want from me/
except something for free/ before the documentary dropped, you bitch wasnt bumpin me/
and to some degree/ I gotta that 4-5th under me/ I dont run from beef/
its cock back, squeeze, or be underneath/ cause im from the streets of (compton)
and my grandmother died before I was wasnt raised right cause my parents was both high/
high off cocaine, my to the dope game came in 85 watchin soul train/
mama told me I was the future, and one day be fly like soul plane/
just dont bang/ but back then, Id do anything for a jerri-curl and a gold
niggas always got something to say/ they aint never bumped n.w.a./
punk niggas talk shit, but when they need hits they swallow their fucking pride and come to dre/
niggas come to LA when they need to talk/ cause kanye told everybody jesus
bush killed more in the towers then gangbanging ever did, thats why they need new york/

on the front of murder dog (he a)
on the cover of the source you see (he a red bandana)
the world knows (he wears a)
every nigga in the know (he wears a red bandana)
50 the nypd (he wears a)
why you on me and tell em that (he wears a red bandana)
all the pirus (he wears a)
even my crip niggas know (he a red bandana)

yeah fuckers
taylor
o you thought I forgot about that huh
im going back to my
is dead
as a staff, a label, and a mother fuckin group
your clothes sell
your shoes are garbage
movies suck!
chicken little you nigga
hahahaha
how you like it
I yo style
I doin no third verse
just talk to you nigga
like you do when you get mad at me you cant fuck with me lyrically mother fucker!!!
you gon do one of those sing little clucky poppy hooks
you like the rap lohan you fuckin faggot
write 8 bars about me
I do shit all day 50!
curtis
boo boo

black street c. e. o. mother fuckas!
in stores december 26th
stop stop lyin the dvd in stores december 6th
its a all nigga
wait till my come out
im glad it aint on my life
with that off 8 mile shit
you could never be eminem mother
you aint lyrically enough to be jay-z, nas, b.i.g. or pac
and in the daytoday, tomorrow, next week
you cant with the game nigga!
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