Luyện nghe bài hát Red Nation

[Game - 1]
your muthaf-cking Cincinnati hats in the sky
N-gga ask why
Red in and out of them Air Max '95?s
I, walk on the moon, flow hotter June
Any want drama I kick up a sand dune
Peace to my man 'Tune for his man room
Now we hittin' switches to the Spring Break,
Get it, nah forget it, I live it
Made the letter B more than a Red Sox fitted
But that was suicide, I don't in Judah's eyes
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 Doc, first day I poured ? like its Aftermath for life
And all I do is
Before I turn on 'em I kill Satan and stick my red flag in the
Red Nation!!!

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

[Game - 2]
N-ggas'll trade they soul to be Drake or J.
Live and die for shit, word to Tupac Shakur's halo
One blood, plural, n-gga I'm Euro's
got an ice cream paint job, Dorrough
I'm up out the hood, where pull guns on you like
Come up out ya hood, it aint all good
We roll up in backwoods, get to actin' stupid
Get thrown in the woods
Los Angeles, home of the
Pimp, and gamblers
98 degree's on
N-gga we cannibus
Swisha aint it, I told her I'm Charles Louboutin
The bitch fainted, pulled her down, stain it
That's my Chi-lingo, I'm bi-lingual
by myself, Ochocinco
Dancing with the stars, bullets and fast
And everybody bleed out here, to God

Wayne]
Now Blood the up
Everyday's a gamble muthaf-cker, luck
And we gon f-ck the World til the bitch bust
I tell ya whats good, but I can tell ya whats, what
And that's, B's up, down
Lookin' in the mirror, I know where to be
Blood, I'm a dog, call me a hound
blood in the air, leave blood on the ground

[Game - 3]
Russia got a Red
US got Red
Last train to Paris, round the in these red Nikes
Che Guevara of the New Era, me
Louieville slugger, you'll get in my era
Got natty on, tighter than a magnum
Walk in the saggin' with a 38 magnum
Red Ralph Laurens, the double R on a hill like 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 n-gga Jim at?
up the weed 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 red bottoms
And all these hatin' ass n-ggas me dead
Cause I'm X before he turned Muslim, RED

Wayne]
Now the f-ck 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
in the mirror, I know where to be found
Blood, I'm a dog, call me a hound
Throwin' blood in the air, blood on the ground