Luyện nghe bài hát Red Nation

[Game - 1]
Throw your muthaf-cking hats in the sky
don't ask why
Red in and out of them Air Max '95?s
I, on the moon, flow hotter than June
Any n-gga want drama I kick up a sand
Peace to my man 'Tune for his man room
Now we hittin' switches to the Spring Break,
Get it, nah forget it, I live it
Made the letter B more famous than a Red Sox
But that was suicide, I don't in Judah's eyes
Half of rappers weren't trappin' when I was choppin' the do or die
Suge had me in, I went like Zab Judah eye
Dre called, told my baby "won't you decide"
She chose Doc, first day I poured ? its Aftermath for life
And all I do is
Before I turn on 'em I kill Satan and stick my red flag in the
Red Nation!!!

[Lil
Now the f-ck up
a gamble muthaf-cker, tough luck
And we gon the World til that bitch bust nuts
I tell ya whats good, but I can tell ya whats, what
And that's, B's up, hoes
in the mirror, I'm nowhere to be found
Blood, I'm a dog, call me a hound
Throwin' blood in the air, leave on the ground

- Verse 2]
N-ggas'll trade they to be Drake or J. Cole
Live and die for this shit, word to Tupac Shakur's
One blood, plural, I'm spendin' Euro's
Ferrari got an ice cream paint job,
I'm up out the hood, they pull guns on you like
Come up out ya hood, it never all good
We up in backwoods, n-gga get to actin' stupid
Get thrown in the woods
Los Angeles, home of the
Pimp, and gamblers
98 on Christmas
N-gga we cannibus
Swisha sweet aint it, I her I'm Charles Louboutin
The fainted, pulled her panites down, stain it
That's my Chi-lingo, I'm bi-lingual
Ball by myself,
with the stars, bullets and fast cars
And everybody out here, word to God

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

- Verse 3]
Russia got a Red
US got Red
Last train to Paris, round the World in these red
Che of the New Era, test me
Louieville slugger, get buried in my era
Got natty on, tighter than a magnum
in the club saggin' with a 38 magnum
Red Ralph Laurens, the double R on a hill like Lauren
Her and the car
Got my red Dre Beats on, tryna put my on
And I keep it hood this Phantom is a Nissan
my n-gga Jim Jones at?
Roll up the weed son, so many in Compton had to get a NYC song
And while I'm out here, I might as well go
And put this new bad b-tch I got her red bottoms
And all these hatin' ass want me dead
Cause I'm X before he turned Muslim, RED

Wayne]
Now the f-ck 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 where to be found
Blood, I'm a dog, call me a blood
Throwin' in the air, leave blood on the ground