Luyện nghe bài hát Red Rum - 1991

Yeah, yeah,
Time to get ill, my mic starts to
Your head is falling apart, and I start to
Your mind, outta time, I'm out ya mind
a '74 the heavy metal hardcore
Back to the groove
Suckers tried to mine
The seventh sign of death, and death to the sign
I start to release
Now you gotta mine
Shot brother for holding up the peace sign
I got style, I got
Try to diss me, and I'll your ass
I don't say, I spray olay
a '74, homey don't play
Down on the side, my name is Esham
Rollin' your hood, and I'm ticking like a time bomb
Ready to blow up, ready to go up
nigga's head, for some shit, he done said
A homicidal killer, with a nine in my
Now you get to ride in the
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?
it, like a renegade
Sticks and is played
Who's gone get up, I got a gun, you got a blade
I'm taking no shit, Reel product is legit
Your fiendin' for my tape, a junkie wants a hit
Death is at doorstep waiting on the one
The is in the shell, and he comin' out a gun
off on niggas, like I just based the pipe
Take a life, cuz I'm just the type
It's a 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 dead for
Beat your ass up, and leave you bleeding in the
You said I was a sucker, mother
Now your dead, with a head
No one seen or even of ya
Talking trash, you get a busted ass
No one fucks a murderer
don't diss, cuz they scared of us
I'm that that make your nightmares come true
I'm not dead, but I'm death can still you
like Jason, but it's you I'm chasin'
And I catch ya, I'm micin' and acein'
through your mind like Loki
And the you don't see me, cuz I'm low key
I'm the Saturday shocker, horror routine
Showin' you shit, you never seen
Michael Myers, the
My gets cursed, when worse gets worse
Comin' to get ya, I hit ya done
Die, and go to hell, and come as my son
on wax, with the killer tracks
Get so dope, I'm a pound of crack
Homicide is on my side,
Tried to get to side, and died
My def jam like a boom, boom, boom
Sending out disses, to it may concern
Brothas will learn, I no time to burn