Luyện nghe bài hát Red Bandana

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

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

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 on me and tell em that (he wears a red bandana)
all the know (he wears a)
even my 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 True dat/ but I got a gun so move back/
im loco like 5 eses in the side of chevelle ridin on low
im a renegade with the 44/ been a gangbanger all my life, fuck the popo/
I never been a cocky 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, and yayo/
ask eminem, even dr. dre know/ I put one in last ten in the rov/
used to push that rock like jay hov/ you lay low when the ak blow/
or get wings and a halo/ run to the hood and tell em im the 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 pray for, lay low and low

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 in the hood know (he wears a red bandana)
50 the nypd (he wears a)
why you snitch on me and tell em (he wears a red bandana)
all the know (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 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 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 started my own company/ I dont know what the fuck niggas want me/
except something for free/ before the dropped, you bitch niggas wasnt bumpin me/
and to some I gotta keep that 4-5th under me/ I dont run from beef/
its either cock back, squeeze, or be underneath/ cause im from the of (compton)
and my grandmother died before I was wasnt raised right cause my parents was both high/
high off cocaine, my introduction to the dope game in 85 watchin soul train/
mama told me I was the future, and one day I'll be fly soul plane/
just dont bang/ but back then, Id do anything for a and a gold chain/
niggas always got to say/ like they aint never bumped n.w.a./
punk niggas talk shit, but when they need hits they their fucking pride and come runnin to dre/
niggas come to LA when need to talk/ cause kanye told everybody jesus walks/
bush killed more niggas in the towers gangbanging ever did, thats why they need new york/

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 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 know (he wears a)
even my crip niggas (he wears a red bandana)

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

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