Luyện nghe bài hát Red Rum - 1991

Yeah, yeah,
Time to get ill, my mic starts to
Your head is apart, and I start to rebuild
Your mind, your time, I'm out ya mind
Like a '74 the heavy metal
Back to the line
Suckers to move mine
The seventh of death, and death to the peace sign
I start to release
Now you gotta cease
Shot another brother for up the peace sign
I got style, I got
Try to me, and I'll beat your ass
I don't say, I spray olay
Like a '74, homey play
on the east side, my name is Esham
Rollin' through your hood, and I'm ticking like a time
Ready to blow up, to go up side
Another nigga's head, for some shit, he said
A killer, with 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, fucking up
Bullet proof vest on my chest, now up?
it, like a renegade
Sticks and is played
Who's get fucked up, I got a gun, you got a blade
I'm taking no shit, Life product is legit
Your for my tape, like a junkie wants a hit
Death is at doorstep waiting on the one
The devil is in the shell, and he out a gun
Going off on niggas, I just based the pipe
Take a life, cuz I'm just the type
It's a doggie dog world, and I'm the pit
And a nigga jump crazy, his ass in a minute
I'm with the devil, taking nigga's on a hell raise
Brothers thinking, I've been dead for
Beat your ass up, and leave you in the gutter
You I was a sucker, your mother
Now your dead, with a head
No one or even heard of ya
Talking that trash, you get a ass
No one fucks with a
Niggas diss, cuz they scared of us
I'm that nigga that make your nightmares true
I'm not dead, but I'm death can haunt you
like Jason, but it's you I'm chasin'
And I catch ya, I'm micin' and acein'
Runnin' through your mind Loki
And the you don't see me, cuz I'm low key
I'm the Saturday shocker, horror flick
Showin' you shit, that you never
Myers, the crucifiers
My verse cursed, when worse gets worse
Comin' to get ya, I hit ya done
Die, and go to hell, and come as my son
Down on wax, with the killer
Get so dope, I'm like a pound of
is on my side, suicide
Tried to get to this side, and
My def jam plays like a boom, boom,
Sending out disses, to it may concern
Brothas will learn, I no time to burn