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 them Air Max
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 it, SuWoo I live it
Made the letter B more famous a Red Sox fitted
But that was suicide, I don't in Judah's eyes
Half of these rappers weren't when I was choppin' the do or die
Suge had me in, I went Puffy Zab Judah eye
Dre called, told my momma "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 in the ground
Red Nation!!!

[Lil
Now Blood the up
Everyday's a gamble muthaf-cker, luck
And we gon f-ck the World til that 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'm nowhere to be
Blood, I'm a dog, call me a hound
Throwin' blood in the air, blood on the ground

[Game - 2]
N-ggas'll trade soul to be Drake or J. Cole
Live and die for this shit, word to Tupac Shakur's
One blood, plural, n-gga I'm spendin'
Ferrari got an ice cream job, Dorrough
I'm up out the hood, where they pull on you like
Come up out ya hood, it aint never all
We up in backwoods, n-gga get to actin' stupid
Get in the back woods
Los Angeles, home of the
Pimp, hoes and
98 degree's on
we rollin' cannibus
Swisha sweet aint it, I told her I'm Charles
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 bleed out here, to God

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

[Game - 3]
got a Red Flag
US got Red
Last train to Paris, round the World in red Nikes
Che of the New Era, test me
slugger, you'll get buried in my era
Got that natty on, tighter a magnum
Walk in the club with a 38 magnum
Red Ralph Laurens, the double R sittin' on a hill Lauren
Her and the car
Got my red Dre on, tryna put my peeps on
And I keep it like this 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 while I'm out here, I as well go shopping
And put this new bad b-tch I got her red bottoms
And all these ass n-ggas want me dead
Cause I'm X before he turned Muslim, RED

Wayne]
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 tell ya whats,
And that's, B's up, hoes
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