Luyện nghe bài hát Red Rum - 1991

Yeah, yeah,
Time to get ill, my mic starts to
Your head is apart, and I start to rebuild
Your mind, your outta time, I'm out ya
Like a '74 the metal hardcore
to the groove line
Suckers to move mine
The seventh sign of death, and death to the sign
I start to release
Now you gotta mine
Shot another for holding up the peace sign
I got style, I got
Try to diss me, and beat your ass
I don't say, I niggas olay
a '74, homey don't play
Down on the east side, my name is
Rollin' through your hood, and I'm ticking like a time
Ready to blow up, ready to go up
Another nigga's head, for some shit, he said
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 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
Sticks and stones is
Who's gone get up, I got a gun, you got a blade
I'm taking no shit, Reel Life product is
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
Going off on niggas, I just based the pipe
Take a nigga's life, cuz I'm the type
It's a dog world, and I'm the pit bull
And a nigga jump crazy, bite his ass in a
I'm partners with the devil, taking nigga's on a hell
thinking, I've been dead for days
Beat ass up, and leave you bleeding in the gutter
You said I was a sucker, mother
Now your dead, with a busted
No one or even heard of ya
that trash, you get a busted ass
No one with a murderer
Niggas don't diss, cuz they of us
I'm that nigga that make nightmares come true
I'm not dead, but I'm can still haunt you
like Jason, but it's you I'm chasin'
And I catch ya, I'm micin' and acein'
Runnin' through mind like Loki
And the reason you see me, cuz I'm low key
I'm the Saturday shocker, flick routine
Showin' you shit, that you seen
Myers, the crucifiers
My verse gets cursed, when worse 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 a pound of crack
is on my side, suicide
Tried to get to side, and died
My def jam plays like a boom, boom,
Sending out disses, to it may concern
Brothas will learn, I no time to burn