Luyện nghe bài hát Red Rum - 1991

Yeah, yeah,
Time to get ill, my mic to kill
head is falling apart, and I start to rebuild
Your mind, your outta time, I'm out ya
Like a '74 the heavy metal
to the groove line
Suckers to move mine
The seventh of death, and death to the peace sign
I to release mine
Now you gotta cease
Shot another brother for holding up the peace
I got style, I got
Try to me, and I'll beat your ass
I don't say, I spray niggas
a '74, homey don't play
Down on the side, my name is Esham
Rollin' through hood, and I'm ticking like a time bomb
to blow up, ready to go up side
Another nigga's head, for some shit, he said
A killer, with a nine 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 fuckers claiming raw, boy you'll get pistol
out my mini-mag, fucking niggas up
Bullet vest on my chest, now what's up?
it, like a renegade
Sticks and stones is
Who's gone get up, I got a gun, you got a blade
I'm taking no shit, Life product is legit
Your for my tape, like a junkie wants a hit
Death is at doorstep waiting 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 nigga jump crazy, his ass in a minute
I'm partners with the devil, taking on a hell raise
Brothers thinking, I've been for days
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 heard of ya
Talking trash, you get a busted ass
No one fucks a murderer
Niggas don't diss, cuz scared of us
I'm that nigga that make your nightmares true
I'm not dead, but I'm can still haunt you
More like Jason, but it's you I'm
And once I ya, I'm micin' and acein'
Runnin' through your mind Loki
And the you don't see me, cuz I'm low key
I'm the Saturday shocker, horror flick
Showin' you shit, that you never
Myers, the crucifiers
My gets cursed, when worse gets worse
to get ya, when I hit ya done
Die, and go to hell, and back as my son
on wax, with the killer tracks
Get so dope, I'm like a pound of
Homicide is on my side,
Tried to get to this side, and
My def jam plays like a boom, boom,
Sending out disses, to whom it may
Brothas will learn, I take no time to