Luyện nghe bài hát Red Rum - 1991

Yeah, yeah,
Time to get ill, my mic to kill
head is falling apart, and I start to rebuild
Your mind, outta time, I'm out ya mind
Like a '74 the heavy metal
to the groove line
Suckers tried to mine
The sign of death, and death to the peace sign
I to release mine
Now you gotta mine
another brother for holding up the peace sign
I got style, I got
Try to me, and I'll beat your ass
I don't say, I niggas olay
Like a '74, homey play
Down on the east side, my name is
Rollin' your hood, and I'm ticking like a time bomb
to blow up, ready to go up side
Another nigga's head, for some shit, he said
A homicidal killer, a nine in my hands
Now you get to in the ambulance
Redrum, Redrum Redrum,
Redrum, Redrum, Redrum,
Redrum, Redrum, Redrum,
Redrum, Redrum, Redrum,
Dig this, a brother, on a crazy, crazy tip
Mother fuckers raw, boy you'll get pistol whipped
Whipping out my mini-mag, niggas up
Bullet vest on my chest, now what's up?
Doing it, a renegade
and stones is played
Who's gone get fucked up, I got a gun, you got a
I'm taking no shit, Reel Life is legit
Your fiendin' for my tape, like a junkie a hit
Death is at your doorstep on the one
The is in the shell, and he comin' out a gun
Going off on niggas, like I just the pipe
Take a nigga's life, cuz I'm just the
a doggie dog world, and I'm the pit bull
And a jump crazy, bite his ass in a minute
I'm partners with the devil, taking on a hell raise
Brothers thinking, I've dead for days
Beat your ass up, and leave you bleeding in the
You I was a sucker, your mother
Now your dead, a busted head
No one or even heard of ya
Talking that trash, you get a ass
No one fucks a murderer
don't diss, cuz they scared of us
I'm nigga that make your nightmares come true
I'm not dead, but I'm can still haunt you
More like Jason, but it's you I'm
And once I catch ya, I'm and acein'
Runnin' through mind like Loki
And the you don't see me, cuz I'm low key
I'm the Saturday shocker, horror flick
you shit, that you never seen
Michael Myers, the
My verse cursed, when worse gets worse
Comin' to get ya, I hit ya done
Die, and go to hell, and back as my son
Down on wax, with the tracks
Get so dope, I'm a pound of crack
is on my side, suicide
Tried to get to this side, and
My def jam plays a boom, boom, boom
Sending out disses, to it may concern
Brothas will learn, I take no to burn