Luyện nghe bài hát Red Nation

[Game - 1]
Throw your muthaf-cking hats in the sky
don't ask why
Red in and out of them Air Max '95?s
I, walk on the moon, flow hotter than
Any n-gga want drama I kick up a sand
Peace to my man 'Tune for giving his man
Now we switches to the Spring Break, Cancun
Get it, nah it, SuWoo I live it
the letter B more famous than a Red Sox fitted
But that was suicide, I don't live in Judah's
Half of rappers weren't trappin' when I was choppin' the do or die
Suge had me in, I went Puffy like Zab eye
Dre called, my baby momma "won't you decide"
She chose Doc, first day I poured ? like its Aftermath for
And all I do is
I turn on 'em I kill Satan and stick my red flag in the ground
Red Nation!!!

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

[Game - 2]
N-ggas'll they soul to be Drake or J. Cole
Live and die for this shit, word to Tupac halo
One blood, plural, n-gga I'm spendin'
Ferrari got an ice cream job, Dorrough
I'm up out the hood, where they guns on you like
up out ya hood, it aint never 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 degree's on
N-gga we rollin'
Swisha sweet aint it, I told her I'm Charles
The bitch fainted, her panites down, stain it
my Chi-lingo, yeah I'm bi-lingual
Ball by myself,
Dancing with the stars, and fast cars
And everybody bleed out here, to God

Wayne]
Now the f-ck up
Everyday's a gamble muthaf-cker, tough
And we gon f-ck the til the bitch bust nuts
I can't tell ya whats good, but I can ya whats, what
And that's, B's up, down
in the mirror, I know where to be found
Blood, I'm a dog, call me a blood
Throwin' blood in the air, blood on the ground

- Verse 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 that natty on, tighter than a
in the club saggin' with a 38 magnum
Red Ralph Laurens, the double R sittin' on a hill 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
Where my n-gga Jim at?
Roll up the weed son, so many bloods in Compton had to get a NYC
And while I'm out here, I might as go shopping
And put this new bad b-tch I got her red bottoms
And all hatin' ass n-ggas want me dead
Cause I'm Malcolm X he turned Muslim, RED

[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 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