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
mind, your outta time, I'm out ya mind
Like a '74 the heavy metal
Back to the groove
Suckers to move mine
The seventh sign of death, and death to the peace
I to release mine
Now you cease 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
Like a '74, homey play
Down on the east side, my name is
Rollin' through 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, 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 crazy brother, on a crazy, tip
fuckers 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, like a
Sticks and is played
Who's get fucked up, I got a gun, you got a blade
I'm taking no shit, Life product is legit
Your fiendin' for my tape, like a junkie 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 just the
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
your 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 even of ya
Talking trash, you get a busted ass
No one with a murderer
Niggas don't diss, cuz scared of us
I'm that nigga make your nightmares come true
I'm not dead, but I'm death can still you
More Jason, but it's you I'm chasin'
And once I ya, I'm micin' and acein'
Runnin' through your mind like
And the reason you see me, cuz I'm low key
I'm the shocker, horror flick routine
Showin' you shit, that you never
Michael Myers, the
My verse cursed, when worse gets worse
Comin' to get ya, I hit ya done
Die, and go to hell, and come as my son
Down on wax, with the tracks
Get so dope, I'm like a of crack
is on my side, suicide
Tried to get to side, and died
My def jam plays like a boom, boom,
out disses, to whom it may concern
Brothas will learn, I take no to burn