Luyện nghe bài hát Red Rum - 1991

Yeah, yeah,
to get ill, my mic starts to kill
Your head is falling apart, and I start to
mind, your outta time, I'm out ya mind
Like a '74 the metal hardcore
Back to the groove
Suckers to move mine
The seventh of death, and death to the peace sign
I start to mine
Now you cease mine
another 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
Like a '74, don't play
Down on the east side, my name is
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 crazy brother, on a crazy, tip
Mother claiming raw, boy you'll get pistol whipped
out my mini-mag, fucking niggas up
Bullet proof vest on my chest, now up?
Doing it, like a
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 devil is in the shell, and he out a gun
Going off on niggas, like I 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 jump crazy, bite his ass in a minute
I'm partners with the devil, taking on a hell raise
Brothers thinking, I've been dead for
Beat your ass up, and you bleeding in the gutter
You I was a sucker, your mother
Now dead, with a busted head
No one or even heard of ya
that trash, you get a busted ass
No one with a murderer
Niggas don't diss, cuz scared of us
I'm that nigga that make nightmares come 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' 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, that you never
Michael Myers, the
My verse gets cursed, when gets worse
Comin' to get ya, when I hit ya
Die, and go to hell, and come as my son
Down on wax, with the killer
Get so dope, I'm like a of crack
Homicide is on my side,
Tried to get to 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