Luyện nghe bài hát Red Rum - 1991

Yeah, yeah,
Time to get ill, my mic to kill
Your head is apart, and I start to rebuild
Your mind, your time, I'm out ya mind
Like a '74 the heavy hardcore
to the groove line
Suckers to move mine
The seventh sign of death, and to the peace sign
I to release mine
Now you cease mine
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 niggas olay
a '74, homey don't play
Down on the 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 done
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 crazy brother, on a crazy, tip
Mother fuckers claiming raw, boy get pistol whipped
Whipping out my mini-mag, fucking up
Bullet vest on my chest, now what's up?
Doing it, like a
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 for my tape, like a junkie wants a hit
Death is at your waiting on the one
The devil is in the shell, and he out a gun
Going off on niggas, like I just 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 with the devil, nigga's on a hell raise
thinking, I've been dead for days
Beat ass up, and leave you bleeding in the gutter
You I was a sucker, your mother
Now your dead, a busted head
No one seen or heard 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 can still haunt you
More like Jason, but it's you I'm
And I catch ya, I'm micin' and acein'
through your mind like Loki
And the reason you see me, cuz I'm low key
I'm the shocker, horror flick routine
Showin' you shit, you never seen
Myers, the crucifiers
My verse gets cursed, when gets worse
to get ya, when 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 like a pound of
Homicide is on my side,
to get to this side, and died
My def jam plays like a boom, boom,
Sending out disses, to whom it may
Brothas will learn, I no time to burn