Luyện nghe bài hát Red Nation

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

I, walk on the moon, flow than June
Any nigga want drama I kick up a sand
Peace to my man for giving 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 don't in Judah's eyes
Half of these rappers wasn't trapping 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 Doc, first day I poured you aside
Like Aftermath for life and all I do is ride

I turn on him I kill Satan
And my red flag in the ground
red nation

Now the fuck 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 good but I can tell you what's

And that's B's up, 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

Niggas'll trade they soul to be Drake or J.
Live and die for this shit, word to Tupac Shakur's
One Blood, plural, nigga I'm Euros
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 never all good
We roll up in backwoods, get to acting 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, nigga ocho,
With the Stars, bullets and fast cars
And everybody bleed out here, to God

Now Blood the up
Everyday's a gamble motherfucker luck
And we to fuck 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
Looking in the mirror, I'm to be found
Blood, I'm a dog, me a blood 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 Natti on, than a Magnum
Walk in the sagging with a .38 magnum
Red Ralph Laurens, the R sitting on a hill like Lauren
Her and the car

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

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

Now Blood the up
a gamble motherfucker tough luck
And we going to fuck the '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 nowhere to be
Blood, I'm a dog, call me a
Throwing Blood in the air, leave on the ground