Luyện nghe bài hát Red Nation

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

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

Get it? Naw, forget it, Suwo, I it
Made the letter B more than a Red Sox fitted
But that was suicide, I live in Judah's eyes
Half of these rappers wasn't trapping I was chopping 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, day I poured you aside
Like it's for life and all I do is ride

Before I turn on him I kill
And stick my red in the ground
red nation

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

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

Niggas'll trade soul to be Drake or J. Cole
Live and die for this shit, word to Tupac halo
One Blood, plural, I'm spending Euros
Ferrari got a ice cream paint job,

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

Los Angeles, home of the
Pimp, and gamblers
98 degrees on
Nigga, we rolling

sweet, ain't it?
I her I'm Charles Louboutin
The bitch fainted, pulled her down, stained it
That's my Chi-lingo, I'm bi-lingual

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

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

And that's B's up, down
Looking in the mirror, I'm nowhere to be
Blood, I'm a dog, call me a 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
Louisville Slugger, you'll get in my New Era

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

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

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

Now Blood the up
Everyday's a gamble motherfucker tough
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 that's B's up, ho's
Looking in the mirror, I'm to be found
Blood, I'm a dog, me a bloodhound
Throwing Blood in the air, blood on the ground