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 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 Break, Cancun

Get it? Naw, forget it, Suwo, I 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 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 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 stick my red in the ground
It's red

Now the fuck up
Everyday's a gamble motherfucker luck
And we going to fuck the world 'til 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, blood on the ground

Niggas'll trade they to be Drake or J. Cole
and die for this shit, word to Tupac Shakur's 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 acting
Get thrown in the woods

Los Angeles, home of the
Pimp, ho's and
98 degrees on
Nigga, we rolling

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

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

Now Blood the up
a gamble motherfucker tough luck
And we going to fuck the world 'til that bitch bust
I can't you what's good but I can tell you what's what

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

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

Got that Natti on, tighter than a
Walk in the club sagging 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 it hood like this Phantom is a Nissan
Where my nigga Jim at? Roll up the weed, son
So many Bloods in Compton had to get a NYC

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

Now the fuck 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 B's up, ho's down
in the mirror, I'm nowhere to be found
Blood, I'm a dog, me a bloodhound
Blood in the air, leave blood on the ground