Luyện nghe bài hát Red Bandana

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street
the
boy
charli baltimore (he a red bandana)

we are the black
free
mother fuckers! (he a red bandana)

on the of murder dog (he wears a)
on the cover of the source you see (he a red bandana)
the whole know (he wears a)
every nigga in the hood (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)
my crip niggas know (he wears a red bandana)

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

on the of murder dog (he wears a)
on the cover of the source you see (he a red bandana)
the whole knows (he wears a)
every nigga in the hood (he wears 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)
my crip niggas know (he wears a red bandana)

2]
chea
im a gangbanger dont get it fucked up/ you never bang, you aint never laces chucks up/
so how the fuck you gon criticize me/ I aint the reason niggas is the nyc/
makin bullshit threats on the m.i.c./ I dont up in cold sweats when I sleep/
I live with a red rag tied around the 45 in case nigga try to come for me/
mad cause I started my own I dont know what the fuck niggas want from me/
except something for free/ before the documentary dropped, you bitch wasnt bumpin me/
and to some degree/ I keep that 4-5th under me/ I dont run from beef/
its either back, squeeze, or be underneath/ cause im from the streets of (compton)
and my grandmother before I was multi/ 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 I'll be fly like plane/
just dont bang/ but then, Id do anything for a jerri-curl and a gold chain/
niggas always got something to say/ like they never bumped n.w.a./
punk niggas talk shit, but they need hits they swallow their fucking pride and come runnin to dre/
niggas come to LA when they need to cause kanye told everybody jesus walks/
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 of the source you see (he wears a red bandana)
the whole world knows (he a)
every nigga in the hood (he wears a red bandana)
50 told the (he wears a)
why you snitch on me and tell em that (he a red bandana)
all the know (he wears a)
even my crip know (he wears a red bandana)

yeah mother
taylor
o you thought I forgot about alias huh
im going to my roots
is dead
as a staff, a record label, and a mother fuckin
your clothes sell
your shoes are garbage
movies suck!
chicken little killed you
*echos*
how you it nigga
I took yo
I aint doin no third
imma just to you nigga
like you do when you get mad at me cause you fuck with me lyrically mother fucker!!!
you gon do one of those sing song little clucky hooks
you like the rap lohan you fuckin faggot
write 8 about me nigga
I do this all day 50!
jackson
boo boo

black street c. e. o. mother fuckas!
hurricanes in december 26th
stop snitchin stop lyin the dvd in stores 6th
its a tell all
till my movie come out
im it aint based on my life
with that knock off 8 shit
you could never be eminem fucker
you aint inclined enough to be jay-z, nas, b.i.g. or pac
and in the modern daytoday, tomorrow, week
you cant fuck with the nigga!
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