Luyện nghe bài hát Red Nation

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

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

- Verse 2]
N-ggas'll trade soul to be Drake or J. Cole
Live and die for this shit, word to Tupac halo
One blood, plural, n-gga I'm spendin'
Ferrari got an ice cream paint job,
I'm up out the hood, where they pull on you like
Come up out ya hood, it aint all good
We roll up in backwoods, n-gga get to stupid
Get in the back woods
Los Angeles, of the scandalous
Pimp, hoes and
98 on Christmas
we rollin' cannibus
Swisha sweet aint it, I told her I'm 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 bleed out here, word to God

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

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

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