Luyện nghe bài hát Red Nation

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

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

Get it? Naw, it, Suwo, I live it
Made the B more famous than a Red Sox fitted
But that was suicide, I live in Judah's eyes
Half of these rappers wasn't trapping 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 Aftermath for life and all I do is ride

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

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 good but I can tell you what's what

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

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

I'm up out the hood, where they pull them guns on you
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, of the scandalous
Pimp, ho's and
98 degrees on
Nigga, we cannabis

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, ocho, cinco
With the Stars, bullets and fast cars
And everybody out here, word to God

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

Russia got a red flag, U.S. got red
Last to Paris, around the world in these red Nikes
Che Guevara of the New Era, 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 double R sitting on a like Lauren
Her and the car

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

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

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 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, call me a
Throwing in the air, leave blood on the ground