Luyện nghe bài hát Red Nation

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

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

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

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

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

Now the fuck up
Everyday's a gamble motherfucker tough
And we going to fuck the world that bitch bust nuts
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, me a bloodhound
Throwing Blood in the air, blood on the ground

Niggas'll trade they 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, they pull 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 back

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

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

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

Now the fuck up
Everyday's a gamble motherfucker tough
And we going to fuck the world 'til that 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, call me a blood
Throwing Blood in the air, blood 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
Louisville Slugger, get buried in my New Era

Got that Natti on, tighter a Magnum
Walk in the club with a .38 magnum
Red Ralph Laurens, the double R sitting on a like Lauren
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
Where my nigga Jim Jones at? 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 this new bad bitch, I got her some Red
And all these hating ass niggas want me
Because I'm Malcolm X he turned Muslim, R.E.D.

Now Blood the up
Everyday's a 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's

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