Luyện nghe bài hát Red Rum - 1991

Yeah, yeah,
Time to get ill, my mic to kill
Your head is falling apart, and I to rebuild
Your mind, your outta time, I'm out ya
Like a '74 the heavy metal
Back to the groove
Suckers tried to move
The sign of death, and death to the peace sign
I start to mine
Now you gotta cease
Shot brother for holding up the peace sign
I got style, I got
Try to diss me, and I'll beat ass
I don't say, I spray niggas
Like a '74, don't play
Down on the side, my name is Esham
Rollin' through your hood, and I'm ticking like a time
Ready to up, ready to go up side
Another nigga's head, for some shit, he done
A homicidal killer, with a 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 claiming raw, boy you'll get whipped
out my mini-mag, fucking niggas up
Bullet proof on my chest, now what's up?
Doing it, like a
Sticks and is played
gone get fucked up, I got a gun, you got a blade
I'm taking no shit, Reel product is legit
fiendin' 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
off on niggas, like I just based the pipe
Take a nigga's life, cuz I'm the type
a doggie dog world, and I'm the pit bull
And a nigga jump crazy, his ass in a minute
I'm partners the devil, taking nigga's on a hell raise
Brothers thinking, I've been for days
your ass up, and leave you bleeding in the gutter
You said I was a sucker, your
Now dead, with a busted head
No one seen or even of ya
Talking trash, you get a busted ass
No one with a murderer
Niggas diss, cuz they scared of us
I'm that that make your nightmares come true
I'm not dead, but I'm death can haunt you
like Jason, but it's you I'm chasin'
And once I ya, I'm micin' and acein'
Runnin' your mind like Loki
And the reason you see me, cuz I'm low key
I'm the Saturday shocker, horror routine
Showin' you shit, that you never
Myers, the crucifiers
My verse gets cursed, when worse gets
to get ya, when I hit ya done
Die, and go to hell, and back as my son
on wax, with the killer tracks
Get so dope, I'm like a of crack
Homicide is on my side,
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 time to