Luyện nghe bài hát Red Bandana

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

we are the gang
shye
mother fuckers! (he a red bandana)

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

1]
chea
god let me clense my soul/ throw away all the rims and the gold/
o no I cant do that/ do I love True dat/ but I got a gun so move back/
im loco like 5 eses in the side of chevelle on low pros/
im a ride with the 44/ been a gangbanger all my life, fuck the popo/
I aint never been a kid/ know they could 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 yayo/ way before I met 50, banks, buck and
ask eminem, dr. dre know/ 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 run to the hood 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 gotta 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 world knows (he wears a)
every nigga in the hood (he wears a red bandana)
50 told the nypd (he a)
why you on me and tell em that (he wears a red bandana)
all the pirus (he wears a)
even my crip niggas (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 me/ I aint the reason niggas is bangin the nyc/
makin bullshit threats on the m.i.c./ I dont wake up in cold when I sleep/
I live with a red rag tied around the 45 in case nigga try to come for me/
mad cause I my own company/ I dont know what the fuck niggas want from me/
except something for free/ before the documentary dropped, you niggas wasnt bumpin me/
and to some degree/ I gotta keep that 4-5th under me/ I dont run from
its either cock back, squeeze, or be underneath/ im from the streets of (compton)
and my grandmother died I was multi/ wasnt raised right cause my parents was both high/
high off cocaine, my introduction to the game came in 85 watchin soul train/
mama me I was the future, and one day I'll be fly like soul plane/
just dont bang/ but back then, Id do anything for a jerri-curl and a chain/
niggas always got something to like they aint never bumped n.w.a./
punk niggas talk shit, but when they need they swallow their fucking pride and come runnin to dre/
come to LA when they need to talk/ cause kanye told everybody jesus walks/
bush killed more niggas in the towers then ever did, thats why they need new york/

on the front of dog (he wears 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 told the nypd (he a)
why you on me and tell em that (he wears a red bandana)
all the pirus (he wears a)
even my niggas know (he wears a red bandana)

yeah mother
taylor
o you thought I forgot about alias huh
im going back to my
g-unit is
as a staff, a record label, and a mother group
clothes cant sell
your are straight garbage
movies suck!
chicken little you nigga
*echos*
how you it nigga
I yo style
I aint no third verse
imma just talk to you
like you do when you get mad at me cause you cant fuck me lyrically mother fucker!!!
you gon do one of those sing song little poppy hooks
you like the rap lohan you fuckin faggot
write 8 about me nigga
I do shit all day 50!
jackson
boo boo

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