Luyện nghe bài hát Red Nation

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

I, walk on the moon, flow hotter than
Any want drama 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, it, Suwo, I live it
Made the letter B famous than a Red Sox fitted
But that was suicide, I don't live in Judah's
Half of these rappers wasn't trapping when I was the do or die

Suge had me in, I Puffy like Zab Judah eye
Dre called, told my mama, "Won't you decide?"
She chose Doc, first day I you aside
Like Aftermath 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 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 tell you 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 blood on the

Niggas'll trade they soul to be Drake or J.
Live and die for 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 woods

Los Angeles, of the scandalous
Pimp, and gamblers
98 degrees on
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, yeah I'm

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

Now the fuck up
Everyday's a motherfucker 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 that's B's up, ho's
in the mirror, I'm nowhere to be found
Blood, I'm a dog, call me a hound
Throwing Blood in the air, blood on the ground

got a red flag, U.S. got red stripes
Last Train to Paris, around the world in red Nikes
Che of the New Era, test 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 like Lauren
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 Bloods in Compton had to get a NYC song

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

Now the fuck up
Everyday's a gamble motherfucker luck
And we going to fuck the 'til that bitch bust nuts
I tell you what's good but I can tell 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, me a bloodhound
Throwing Blood in the air, leave blood on the