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, hotter than June
Any nigga want drama I up a sand dune
Peace to my man for giving his man room
Now we hitting to the Spring Break, Cancun

Get it? Naw, forget it, Suwo, I 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

had me in, I went Puffy like 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 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, 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

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

I'm up out the hood, where pull them guns on you like
Come up out your hood, it ain't never all
We roll up in backwoods, nigga get to stupid
Get thrown in the back

Los Angeles, home of the
Pimp, and gamblers
98 on Christmas
Nigga, we cannabis

sweet, ain't it?
I told her I'm Louboutin
The bitch fainted, her panties down, stained it
That's my Chi-lingo, yeah I'm

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

Now the fuck up
a gamble 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, down
Looking in the mirror, I'm nowhere to be
Blood, I'm a dog, me a blood hound
Throwing Blood in the air, leave on the ground

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

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

Got my red Dre on, trying to put my peeps on
And I keep it hood like this Phantom is a
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 some Red
And all these hating ass want me dead
I'm Malcolm X before he turned Muslim, R.E.D.

Now Blood the up
a gamble 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, down
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