Luyện nghe bài hát Red Nation

[Game - 1]
Throw your muthaf-cking hats in the sky
don't ask why
Red laces in and out of Air Max '95?s
I, walk on the moon, hotter than June
Any n-gga want drama I kick up a sand
to my man 'Tune for giving his man room
Now we hittin' to the Spring Break, Cancun
Get it, nah it, SuWoo I live it
Made the letter B famous than a Red Sox fitted
But that was suicide, I live 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, 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 Satan and my red flag in the ground
Red Nation!!!

[Lil
Now Blood the up
Everyday's a gamble muthaf-cker, luck
And we gon the World til that bitch bust nuts
I can't tell ya 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 blood
Throwin' in the air, leave blood on the ground

[Game - 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, n-gga I'm Euro's
Ferrari got an ice paint job, Dorrough
I'm up out the hood, they pull guns on you like
up out ya hood, it aint never all good
We roll up in backwoods, n-gga get to actin'
Get thrown in the woods
Los Angeles, home of the
Pimp, hoes and
98 degree's on
N-gga we cannibus
Swisha sweet it, I told her I'm Charles Louboutin
The bitch fainted, pulled her down, stain it
That's my Chi-lingo, yeah I'm
Ball by myself,
with the stars, bullets and fast cars
And everybody out here, word to God

[Lil
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 tell ya whats good, but I can tell ya whats,
And that's, B's up, down
Lookin' in the mirror, I know to be found
Blood, I'm a dog, call me a hound
Throwin' blood in the air, blood on the ground

[Game - 3]
got a Red Flag
US got Red
Last train to Paris, round the World in these red
Che Guevara of the New Era, me
Louieville slugger, you'll get in my era
Got natty on, tighter than a magnum
in the club 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 like 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 I'm out here, I might as well go shopping
And put new bad b-tch I got her some red bottoms
And all hatin' ass n-ggas want me dead
Cause I'm X before he turned Muslim, RED

[Lil
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, hoes
in the mirror, I know where to be found
Blood, I'm a dog, call me a hound
Throwin' in the air, leave blood on the ground