Luyện nghe bài hát Red Nation

[Game - 1]
Throw your Cincinnati hats in the sky
don't ask why
Red laces in and out of them Air Max
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 hittin' switches to the Spring Break,
Get it, nah it, SuWoo I live it
Made the letter B more famous a Red Sox fitted
But that was suicide, I don't in Judah's eyes
Half of these weren't trappin' when I was choppin' the do or die
had me in, I went Puffy like Zab Judah eye
Dre called, told my momma "won't you decide"
She Doc, first day I poured ? like its Aftermath for life
And all I do is
Before I turn on 'em I kill Satan and my red flag in the ground
Red Nation!!!

[Lil
Now the f-ck up
Everyday's a muthaf-cker, tough luck
And we gon f-ck the World til that bitch bust
I can't tell ya whats good, but I can tell ya whats,
And that's, B's up, hoes
Lookin' in the mirror, I'm to be found
Blood, I'm a dog, call me a hound
Throwin' in the air, leave blood on the ground

- Verse 2]
N-ggas'll trade they soul to be or J. Cole
Live and die for this shit, word to Tupac halo
One blood, plural, I'm spendin' Euro's
Ferrari got an ice paint job, Dorrough
I'm up out the hood, they pull guns on you like
Come up out ya hood, it aint all good
We roll up in backwoods, n-gga get to stupid
Get thrown in the back
Los Angeles, of the scandalous
Pimp, and gamblers
98 degree's on
N-gga we rollin'
Swisha aint it, I told her I'm Charles Louboutin
The bitch fainted, pulled her panites down, it
my Chi-lingo, yeah I'm bi-lingual
Ball by myself,
with the stars, bullets and fast cars
And everybody bleed out here, to God

Wayne]
Now Blood the up
Everyday's a muthaf-cker, tough luck
And we gon f-ck the World til the bitch bust
I can't tell ya whats good, but I can ya whats, what
And that's, B's up, down
Lookin' in the mirror, I where to be found
Blood, I'm a dog, me a blood hound
Throwin' blood in the air, leave blood on the

[Game - 3]
got a Red Flag
US got Red
Last train to Paris, round the in these red Nikes
Che Guevara of the New Era, me
slugger, you'll get buried in my era
Got that natty on, tighter than a
Walk in the saggin' with a 38 magnum
Red Ralph Laurens, the double R sittin' on a like Lauren
Her and the car
Got my red Dre Beats on, put my peeps on
And I keep it hood this Phantom is a Nissan
Where my Jim Jones at?
Roll up the weed son, so bloods in Compton had to get a NYC song
And while I'm out here, I might as go shopping
And put this new bad I got her some red bottoms
And all these hatin' ass want me dead
Cause I'm Malcolm X before he Muslim, RED

Wayne]
Now Blood the up
Everyday's a gamble muthaf-cker, luck
And we gon f-ck the til the bitch bust nuts
I can't ya whats good, but I can tell ya whats, what
And that's, B's up, down
Lookin' in the mirror, I know where to be
Blood, I'm a dog, me a blood hound
Throwin' blood in the air, leave blood on the