Luyện nghe bài hát Red Nation

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

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

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

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

Before I on him I kill Satan
And stick my red in the ground
It's red

Now Blood the up
Everyday's a gamble motherfucker tough
And we going to fuck the world 'til that 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
in the mirror, I'm nowhere to be found
Blood, I'm a dog, call me a
Throwing Blood in the air, leave on the ground

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

I'm up out the hood, where they 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 in the back woods

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

Swisher sweet, it?
I told her I'm Charles
The bitch fainted, pulled her 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 out here, word to God

Now the fuck up
Everyday's a motherfucker tough luck
And we going to 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
in the mirror, I'm nowhere to be found
Blood, I'm a dog, me a blood hound
Blood in the air, leave blood on the ground

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

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

Got my red Dre on, trying 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 Bloods in Compton had to get a NYC

And while I'm out here, I as well go shopping
And put new bad bitch, I got her some Red Bottoms
And all these hating ass 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 good but I can tell you what's 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