Luyện nghe bài hát Red Nation

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

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

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

Suge had me in, I went Puffy Zab Judah eye
Dre called, my baby 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 Satan
And my red flag in the ground
red nation

Now Blood the up
Everyday's a gamble 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
in the mirror, I'm nowhere to be found
Blood, I'm a dog, me a bloodhound
Throwing in the air, leave blood on the ground

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

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

Los Angeles, of the scandalous
Pimp, ho's and
98 on Christmas
Nigga, we rolling

Swisher sweet, it?
I told her I'm Louboutin
The bitch fainted, her panties down, stained it
That's my Chi-lingo, I'm bi-lingual

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

Now Blood the up
Everyday's a gamble tough luck
And we going to fuck the world 'til that bitch 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 nowhere to be
Blood, I'm a dog, me a blood hound
Throwing Blood in the air, leave on the ground

Russia got a red flag, U.S. got red
Last Train to Paris, around the in these red Nikes
Che Guevara of the New Era, me
Louisville Slugger, get buried in my New Era

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

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

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

Now the fuck up
Everyday's a gamble tough luck
And we going to fuck the world 'til that bitch nuts
I can't tell you what's good but I can 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
Blood in the air, leave blood on the ground