Luyện nghe bài hát Red Nation

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

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

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

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

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

Now Blood the up
Everyday's a motherfucker tough luck
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 B's up, ho's down
Looking in the mirror, I'm to be found
Blood, I'm a dog, call me a
Throwing Blood in the air, leave on the ground

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

I'm up out the hood, where they them guns on you like
Come up out your hood, it never all good
We roll up in backwoods, nigga get to stupid
Get thrown in the back

Los Angeles, of the scandalous
Pimp, and gamblers
98 on Christmas
Nigga, we rolling

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

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

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

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

Got that Natti on, than a Magnum
in the club sagging with a .38 magnum
Red Ralph Laurens, the double R on a hill like 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
Where my Jim Jones at? Roll up the weed, son
So Bloods 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 some Red
And all hating ass niggas want me dead
I'm Malcolm X before he turned Muslim, R.E.D.

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 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 bloodhound
Throwing Blood in the air, leave on the ground