Luyện nghe bài hát Red Nation

[Game - 1]
Throw 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 hotter than
Any n-gga want drama I kick up a dune
Peace to my man 'Tune for giving his man
Now we switches to the Spring Break, Cancun
Get it, nah forget it, SuWoo I it
Made the letter B more than a Red Sox fitted
But that was suicide, I don't live in Judah's
Half of these rappers weren't trappin' when I was the do or die
Suge had me in, I Puffy like Zab Judah eye
Dre called, told my momma "won't you decide"
She chose Doc, first day I ? like its Aftermath for life
And all I do is
Before I on 'em I kill Satan and stick my red flag in the ground
Red Nation!!!

[Lil
Now the f-ck up
Everyday's a gamble muthaf-cker, luck
And we gon f-ck the World til bitch bust nuts
I can't tell ya whats good, but I can 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, blood on the ground

[Game - 2]
N-ggas'll trade they soul to be Drake or J.
Live and die for this shit, word to Tupac Shakur's
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 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 rollin'
Swisha sweet 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,
Dancing with the stars, bullets and fast
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 bitch bust
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' in the air, leave blood on the ground

[Game - 3]
Russia got a Red
US got Red
Last train to Paris, round the World in these red
Che Guevara of the New Era, 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, put my peeps on
And I keep it hood like this Phantom is a
my n-gga 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 these hatin' ass n-ggas want me
I'm Malcolm X before he turned Muslim, RED

[Lil
Now the f-ck up
Everyday's a muthaf-cker, tough luck
And we gon f-ck the World til the bitch nuts
I tell 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, me a blood hound
blood in the air, leave blood on the ground