Luyện nghe bài hát Red Rum - 1991

Yeah, yeah,
to get ill, my mic starts to kill
Your head is apart, and I start to rebuild
Your mind, your outta time, I'm out ya
a '74 the heavy metal hardcore
Back to the line
tried to move mine
The sign of death, and death to the peace sign
I start to mine
Now you gotta mine
Shot another for holding 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
Down on the side, my name is Esham
through your hood, and I'm ticking like a time bomb
Ready to up, ready to go up side
Another head, for some shit, he done said
A killer, with a nine in my hands
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 claiming raw, boy you'll get pistol whipped
Whipping out my mini-mag, niggas up
proof vest on my chest, now what's up?
Doing it, a renegade
and stones is played
Who's gone get up, I got a gun, you got a blade
I'm no shit, Reel Life product is legit
Your fiendin' for my tape, a junkie wants a hit
Death is at your doorstep 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 doggie dog world, and I'm the pit
And a jump crazy, bite his ass in a minute
I'm partners with the devil, nigga's on a hell raise
Brothers thinking, I've been for days
Beat your ass up, and leave you in the gutter
You I was a sucker, your mother
Now dead, with a busted 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 nightmares come true
I'm not dead, but I'm death can haunt you
More like Jason, but it's you I'm
And I catch 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, flick routine
Showin' you shit, you never seen
Myers, the crucifiers
My verse gets cursed, when gets worse
Comin' to get ya, I hit ya done
Die, and go to hell, and back as my son
Down on wax, the killer tracks
Get so dope, I'm like a of crack
Homicide is on my side,
Tried to get to side, and died
My def jam like a boom, boom, boom
out disses, to whom it may concern
Brothas will learn, I take no time to