Luyện nghe bài hát Red Nation

[Game - 1]
Throw your muthaf-cking Cincinnati in the sky
N-gga 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 giving his man
Now we hittin' switches to the Break, Cancun
Get it, nah forget it, I live it
Made the letter B more famous a Red Sox fitted
But that was suicide, I don't live in Judah's
Half of these rappers weren't trappin' I was choppin' the do or die
had me in, I went Puffy like Zab Judah eye
Dre called, my baby 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 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 bust
I can't tell ya good, but I can tell ya whats, what
And that's, B's up, down
Lookin' in the mirror, I'm nowhere to be
Blood, I'm a dog, call me a blood
Throwin' blood in the air, leave blood on the

- Verse 2]
N-ggas'll trade they soul to be Drake or J.
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, where they pull on you like
Come up out ya hood, it aint all good
We up in backwoods, n-gga get to actin' stupid
Get thrown in the woods
Los Angeles, home of the
Pimp, hoes and
98 on Christmas
N-gga we rollin'
sweet aint it, I told 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 bleed out here, word to God

Wayne]
Now the f-ck 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 tell ya whats,
And that's, B's up, hoes
Lookin' in the mirror, I know to be found
Blood, I'm a dog, call me a blood
Throwin' in the air, leave blood on the ground

- Verse 3]
Russia got a Red
US got Red
Last train to Paris, the World in these red Nikes
Che of the New Era, test me
Louieville slugger, you'll get in my era
Got that natty on, tighter a magnum
Walk in the club saggin' with a 38
Red Ralph Laurens, the double R on a hill like Lauren
Her and the car
Got my red Dre Beats on, put my peeps on
And I keep it hood like Phantom is a Nissan
Where my n-gga Jim at?
Roll up the son, so many bloods 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 some red
And all these hatin' ass want me dead
Cause I'm X before he turned Muslim, RED

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