Luyện nghe bài hát Red Nation

Throw motherfucking Cincinnati hats in the sky
Nigga, ask why
Red in and out of them Air Max '95's

I, on the moon, flow hotter than June
Any nigga want drama I up a sand dune
to my man Tune for giving his man room
Now we hitting to the Spring Break, Cancun

Get it? Naw, forget it, Suwo, I it
Made the letter B more famous a Red Sox fitted
But that was suicide, I don't in Judah's eyes
Half of these rappers wasn't trapping when I was the do or die

Suge had me in, I went like Zab Judah eye
Dre called, told my mama, "Won't you decide?"
She chose Doc, first day I you aside
Like it's for life and all I do is ride

Before I turn on him I kill
And stick my red flag in the
It's red

Now the fuck up
Everyday's a gamble motherfucker luck
And we to fuck the world 'til that bitch bust nuts
I can't you what's good but I can tell you what's what

And B's up, ho's down
in the mirror, I'm nowhere to be found
Blood, I'm a dog, call me a
Throwing in the air, leave blood on the ground

Niggas'll trade they to be Drake or J. Cole
and die for this shit, word to Tupac Shakur's halo
One Blood, plural, nigga I'm spending
got a ice cream paint job, Dorrough

I'm up out the hood, where they pull them guns on you
Come up out hood, it ain't never all good
We up in backwoods, nigga get to acting stupid
Get in the back woods

Los Angeles, of the scandalous
Pimp, and gamblers
98 degrees on
Nigga, we cannabis

sweet, ain't it?
I told her I'm Louboutin
The fainted, pulled her panties down, stained it
my Chi-lingo, yeah I'm bi-lingual

Ball by myself, ocho, cinco
Dancing the Stars, bullets and fast cars
And bleed out here, word to God

Now Blood the up
Everyday's a motherfucker tough luck
And we going to fuck the world 'til bitch bust nuts
I tell you what's good but I can tell you what's what

And that's B's up, ho's
Looking in the mirror, I'm to be found
Blood, I'm a dog, me a blood hound
Throwing Blood in the air, leave blood on the

got a red flag, U.S. got red stripes
Last Train to Paris, the world in these red Nikes
Che Guevara of the New Era, me
Slugger, you'll get buried in my New Era

Got Natti on, tighter than a Magnum
Walk in the club sagging a .38 magnum
Red Ralph Laurens, the double R sitting on a hill like
Her and the car

Got my red Dre Beats on, trying to put my on
And I keep it hood like this Phantom is a
Where my nigga Jim at? Roll up the weed, son
So many in Compton had to get a NYC song

And while I'm out here, I as well go shopping
And put this new bad bitch, I got her Red Bottoms
And all these hating ass niggas me dead
Because I'm Malcolm X he turned Muslim, R.E.D.

Now Blood the up
a gamble motherfucker tough luck
And we going to fuck the world 'til that bust nuts
I can't tell you what's good but I can tell you what's

And B's up, ho's down
Looking in the mirror, I'm to be found
Blood, I'm a dog, me a bloodhound
Throwing Blood in the air, leave blood on the