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

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

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

Before I turn on him I Satan
And stick my red flag in the
red nation

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

And that's B's up, down
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

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

I'm up out the hood, where they pull them guns on you
Come up out your hood, it ain't all good
We roll up in backwoods, nigga get to acting
Get thrown in the back

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

Swisher sweet, it?
I told her I'm Charles
The fainted, pulled her panties down, stained it
my Chi-lingo, yeah I'm bi-lingual

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

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

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

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

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

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

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