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
mind, your outta time, I'm out ya mind
Like a '74 the metal hardcore
Back to the groove
tried to move mine
The seventh of death, and death to the peace sign
I start to release
Now you gotta cease
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 your hood, and I'm ticking a time bomb
Ready to blow up, to go up side
Another nigga's head, for some shit, he done
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
Mother fuckers claiming raw, boy you'll get pistol
Whipping out my mini-mag, fucking up
Bullet vest on my chest, now what's up?
it, like a renegade
Sticks and stones is
Who's gone get fucked up, I got a gun, you got a
I'm taking no shit, Reel Life product is
Your fiendin' for my tape, like a wants a hit
is at your doorstep waiting on the one
The is in the shell, and he comin' out a gun
Going off on niggas, like I just based the
Take a nigga's life, cuz I'm the type
It's a dog world, and I'm the pit bull
And a nigga crazy, bite his ass in a minute
I'm partners with the devil, taking nigga's on a raise
Brothers thinking, 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 head
No one seen or even of ya
Talking trash, you get a busted ass
No one fucks 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 death can haunt you
More like Jason, but you I'm chasin'
And once I catch ya, I'm micin' and
Runnin' through mind like Loki
And the you don't see me, cuz I'm low key
I'm the Saturday shocker, horror flick
you shit, that you never seen
Michael Myers, the
My gets cursed, when worse gets worse
Comin' to get ya, I hit ya done
Die, and go to hell, and back as my son
Down on wax, with the killer
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 a boom, boom, boom
Sending out disses, to whom it may
Brothas will learn, I take no time to